Director and executive producer Valeri Milev’s Bullets Of Justice certainly does what it sets out to do, per his own description of it “an absurdist nightmare designed to terrify and excite you.” To that end, it also leaves you in a state of perplexed thought as to just what the heck it is you’re watching.
The film starts out as a unique bit of gory, dystopian fan service set during World War III where legendary bounty hunter, Rob (writer/producer/lead actor Timur Turisbekov), and his sexy assistant are on a mission to hunt down and kill the holy mother – a deplorable creature behind the creation of a race of Muzzles: human hybrid pig people born from an old U.S. experiment during the last world war.
As the film picks up and the body count increases, Rob soon reunites with his sister, Raksha, while the two battle to uncover a conspiracy they suspect is deeply embedded within the human resistance, one that might help answer questions pertaining to Rob’s obsessive visions of a male underwear model named Rafael, who turns out to have little more than a knack for beheading people.
I’m just gonna sum up the rest of this film the way my brain sees fit at this point: Danny Trejo makes a cameo as a character who believes in neither God, nor crying about pussy; a shit ton of action, violence and gore; a pig super-soldier with miniguns, and a jet-pack with a pistol-packing little person inside; full frontal nudity with the actors’ heads photoshopped in select scenes; sex scenes; brother/sister sex scenes; Rob’s badass soldiering sister, Raksha, has a mustache for some reason; Oh, and Rob has a long lost brother who is not only bullet proof, but can also force-push enemies.
Somewhere along the way by the final ten minutes, Bullets Of Justice, tries to stipulate its deeper message about the panic of our own humanity in its darkest hour, but really, it doesn’t matter just what this film aims for. Halfway in, the film descends into entropy with an out-of-the-blue time travel plot twist, and through an inexplicable dream sequence prior to another inexplicable plot twist, pointless death scenes, and Rafael (Semir Alkadi) teabagging the camera mid-split in a final dance/fight scene with our hero before completely disappearing, leading to an end scene that also makes no sense, followed by an outro scene that makes even smaller sense, and a post credit scene that basically just tells you to go fuck yourself.
Who knows? This film is definitely a thrill at times and probably does have some deeper, more reverent meaning than what I’ve caught onto for my viewing, and I’m almost certain the average action movie fanboy will gush over the film’s over-the-top and grotesque tones that accompany its delivery. Frankly, I’m not even really sure if there’s an actual story to engage here, but if there is, then regardless of whatever hopes or preferences are, Bullets Of Justice plays more like a cacophony of drunken genre fan service, and it’s only as fun as you allow it to be.
Bullets Of Justice is now available on VOD and digital, so consider yourselves informed at least from this end. Bring beer and snacks before pressing play, and make sure you have nothing else important to do for a solid eighty minutes.
