The Last Days of American Crime

"Less blockbuster, more Blockbuster bargain bin, less Fast and the Furious, more loud, lurid and laborious, less film noir, more black-hearted grim and grimy crime movie, Last Days just disappoints on every level."

"For reasons beyond comprehension, Megaton has been afforded the opportunity to really luxuriate in his characters and atmosphere before the heist kicks into gear."

"The film makes increasingly heavy, unpleasant weather of what could have been a short, sharp pot-boiler."

"Throw in nearly incomprehensible plot points involving suicide pills, $5 million in counterfeit cash, and an enemy who survives a Michael Bay-sized explosion, and you have a movie that even Netflix doesn't seem to expect anyone to watch..."

"In light of everything that’s going on, “The Last Days of American Crime” seems woefully out of touch, inadvertently offensive and like some sloppy relic of what once passed for entertainment."

"A braindead slog that shambles forward like the zombified husk of the heist movie it wants to be, “The Last Days of American Crime” is a death march of clichés that offers nothing to look at and even less to consider."

"No one gets a “character” in “The Last Days of American Crime,” which is almost hard to do when you have 148 minutes to kill (it feels more like 356, for the record)."

"Weirdly, “over the top” is not at all the way I would describe The Last Days of American Crime. “Over the top” suggests imaginative ridiculousness, but, if anything, this film is thoroughly unimaginative."