It's vote with your wallets weekend, kids. John Hillcoat's Triple 9 is the type of adult fare, hardcore and high-gloss crime film we don't nearly enough of. Grade-A talent in front of and behind the camera, a budget to make it look great, but not enough to make em fuck it up with a nice ending. No sequels, kids. Everything got left on the mat and I hope it gets enough support to keep Hillcoat and more folks free to make this kind of thing.
After last year's Son of a Gun came and went completely unnoticed, I'm hoping Triple 9's attempted February box office burial is thwarted. It's cold outside - Go see a movie!