SHOTGUN is an embarrassing little would-be thriller from the guys at PM Entertainment. Like the rest of the output I've seen from them circa 1989, it's pretty much rubbish, with few redeeming features. An obnoxious-looking cop hunts down a serial killer who enjoys beating prostitutes to death in some ludicrously overwrought sequences which turn the perverse and disturbing into the downright laughable. There's little in the way of action, either, and that which does take place is equally silly, and completely unconvincing. Only lovers of so-bad-it's-good movie-making could get a kick out of this one. Thank goodness that PM Entertainment got considerably better at film-making as the years went on.

well, where to begin? shotgun is a very low budget buddy film, the value of which will be immediately obvious to anyone with a taste for Hollywood dreck.there's a lot of gratuitous violence in the movie, basically various prostitutes getting beaten by a lawyer/drug lord in a leather suit. additionally, there's the usual shoot-em-up cop violence familiar to the genre.shotgun expects the viewer to take the script at face value. for example, shotgun expects the viewer to experience all the violence in the movie as tragedy. for several reasons this just doesn't happen. one reason is that the acting is non-existent, the whole thing was only shot in 3 days. furthermore, the script is caught, happily for us, between its originality and the limits of its genre.shotgun wants us to to get our kicks seeing someone in Hollywood pick up a prostitute. however its actually not a prostitute, its some girl hamming it up in a 13-year-old's concept of a prostitute as gleaned from TV. and its not a john, its some boring guy barely playing a john. the transparency of the clichés and acting, such as it is, relieves the viewer of the mental challenge of apprehending any subtlety, much to the relief of IMDb reviewers of all tastes.then shotgun wants you to think they're going to a cheap hotel to do the deed. but the guy at the desk triggers a mild altercation as to whether the john is going to buy a condom. so watching shotgun at this point, you're thinking: lurid Miami Vice moment, feeble attempt at realism. maybe. thats what i was thinking, anyway.then, in the confusing scene, having brought the prostitute to the hotel room, the john leaves and the drug-lord/lawyer comes in, dressed in full s+m regale. everyone who sees shotgun for the first time assumes incorrectly that its the john coming back in. the scene is very reminiscent of an edward hopper painting, actually. pretty artistic.so the prostitute says, trying not very hard to be sultry/sleazy: "do you want hips (rubbing her hips) or lips (licks her lips)?" even though its obviously a set shot, its still pretty disgusting right here.who could take this seriously? no one.the lawyer says, "i think lips," and punches her in the mouth (get it?). there is a wailing guitar solo to accompany the rest of the beating. the guitar is pretty much the last nail in the coffin, ensuring that this movie will never return from the pits of self-mockery.so the john leaves the hotel, in the scene's coda, and gives the condom back to the desk and tells him, "i told you i didn't need the rubber." ba-dum ksh.shotgun is basically a few repetitions of this scene, interspersed with plot lines and banter which ape other buddy films. the ending is also spectacular and not to be missed, though few who get 10 minutes into the movie and decide to keep watching will need any encouragement.i would like to say more about how funny the dialog and performances are in shotgun.this is one of the most entertaining movies i have ever seen and i seriously recommend it to anyone who has the stomach for the strongest variety of satire: unintentional.

When it comes to shotgun, there simply aren't enough words meaning 'terrific' 'incredible' or 'simply stunning' to describe only half this films greatness in the way that it deserves. It was almost solely due to ed_rules8, a fellow reviewer, that i came across this timeless classic. This film surpasses The Empire Strikes Back, Godfather part 2 and Rage as the best film ever created. You can tell that director Addison Randall had slaved over the screenplay and casting for months and years to get it bang on perfect. He stayed up all night to form classic lines like ' 'You're a dead man Jones' 'Who the f*** is this' ' and 'Jones, my office, now.' Not only is the script awesome, but the action and the music take my breath away every time. The guitar wailing and DJ are truly music greats and this film uses them to maximum use time and time again which enhances the impact the film made on me. There is an excellent chase between Ian 'King of the World' Jones and Rocker, in which you can tell that Jones must be an agile athlete, or when he falls into some boxes in the road, or the scene involving the classic JetCopter. Stuart Chapin plays Shotgun Jones with great empathy, he truly understands his characters wants and feelings, and the acting can only be heightened by Rif Huttons thoughtfully portrayed Max Billings. However the true credit goes to Fletcher Rivington and Broadway Joey. Fletcher pumps a lot of iron and is one of the most brilliant defence lawyers in the country, and joey is wasted with a bullet 'between the eyes.' Enough about the acting however, the true majesty is in the story. Rivington, as well as being the upstanding lawyer, who works with great tycoons like Caparlo, he is also a sado-masochistic psychopath who gets rocker to score with a chick, who he then shows the sharp side of his whip. He kicks out their spleens and gives them hairline fractures of the jaw without a second of hesitation. A great movie villain. However, soon none of the girls will have any, word gets out and the pimps wont deal, they cant afford the damage. So Rivington goes after a so called upstanding citizen. Part time hooker, all time Shotgun Jones' sister! Needless to say between the drugs and the beating there was too much internal damage. He had killed the only blood relative Jones had! After this, and after getting suspended from his work, Jones becomes a skip tracer. And after Rocker jumps bail, he wants it. He tracks Fletcher's hive of scum and villainy down to Mexico, where, with the help of his desert hermit friends, he creams everyone, and in a nail biting finale, he opens Rivington's chest. Wow.After reading that you must be salivating over the sheer idea of such a film, let alone seeing it. The only way to describe how good this is, is if the mighty hand of God blessed Randall's during hand during his time of writing. This deserves far more than ten stars.Hope you have found this helpful! Laters

For a time, I thought I was the only person in the world to see this sorry excuse for a movie, catching it during late-night TV. Sometimes this movie is so bad, it's hilarious. But mostly it is INCREDIBLY AWFUL. And I don't mean just everyday AWFUL - I'm talking about ****AWFUL****! The actor who plays the character who gets the creative nickname "Shotgun" is perhaps the WORST ACTOR IN THE WORLD! Really! I'm not kidding.Maybe you should see this movie anyway, because anything you'll see afterwards will look even better!P.S. - This production company (formerly City Lights, now PM Entertainment) did improve over time, and now PM generally makes decent and slick B movies that deliver the goods. The general rule, however, is to avoid ALL their movies made before 1993!