Time Out New York: People, enough with the faux-hip, slap-happy crime films! Haven’t we already exhausted every ounce of adrenal-rush fun there is to be had out of this strain of pulp fiction? In the nearly two decades since Quentin Tarantino hijacked the genre and revamped it into one long, gleefully violent Trivial Pursuit game, filmmakers from Saskatchewan to Stoke-on-Trent have flattered him sincerely with their imitations.
