Cold in July

2014 "How many men can one bullet kill?"
6.7| 1h49m| R| en
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While investigating noises in his house one balmy Texas night in 1989, Richard Dane puts a bullet in the brain of a low-life burglar. Although he’s hailed as a small-town hero, Dane soon finds himself fearing for his family’s safety when Freddy’s ex-con father rolls into town, hell-bent on revenge.

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Connianatu How wonderful it is to see this fine actress carry a film and carry it so beautifully.
Orla Zuniga It is interesting even when nothing much happens, which is for most of its 3-hour running time. Read full review
Kinley This movie feels like it was made purely to piss off people who want good shows
Roxie The thing I enjoyed most about the film is the fact that it doesn't shy away from being a super-sized-cliche;
screensport Pretty good movie. Like movies that bring You back to the wonderful 80's. Sam Shepard is good as always. Storyline is ok, I think they build up tention the futher the movie plays. The thing that blew me away was when Michael C Hall sat in his car and "Arms of a stranger" (Originally performed by AOR-band Signal) was played. This time by Aaron Daniel Jacob. That was unexpected....great track! One of my favorites...
phgphg-03679 totally unbelievable , things just don't add up , you kill a man and then your wife is worried about the design on the sofa you just bought to replace bloodied one ? shallow or what ? put the bloodied seat covers out for the binman without wrapping them first ? our binmen wouldn't take them , risk of disease etc ! police leave a drugged man on the rail tracks but fail to wait for the train ?three guys then go on the hunt to find out who done what to who , and then the family guy turns into a pallid sort of clint eastwood when he was supposed to be so shook up about killing an intruder , has he all of a sudden grew some ?the world doesn't work like that !whoever wrote this load of rubbish needs to go back to the drawing board
LeonLouisRicci From an Indie-Director to Keep Watching, Jim Mickle, this Neo-Noir has Found its Place in the Pulp Fiction World that is Forever Fascinating and Continues to add to the Legacy.It's a Film that Manages all the Ingredients that make these Type of Things Thrilling Entertainment. It's a Cold and Dark World out there and it has a way of Influencing Folks in Bizarre Ways and it is Nature's Evil in Full Display.Stylish, Foreboding, and Unsettling the Noir World has Intruded into the Life of an Unassuming Nice-Guy whose World View is Spiraling Out of its Orbit and Michael C. Hall is going Along for the Ride and seems Fascinated Although Frightened by it all. It doesn't get anymore Vile than the Things that these Dixie Mafia Types are doing and that Justifies the Protagonists Taking Action. Don Johnson makes His Mark as a Private Detective with Style to Burn and Sam Shepard is a Career Criminal with a Haunting and Cold-Blooded Psychology that's a Scare to Behold.Reminds Somewhat of John Dahl's Red-Rock West (1993), but its Familiar Homages Don't Stop there. It's Fun Finding Them out if You are a Fan of Neo-Noir, B- Movies, and Off-Beat Crime Thrillers.
NateWatchesCoolMovies Director Jim Mickle and writer Nick Damici have seemingly taken the genre throwback corner of cinema by storm, churning out a trio of pulpy thrillers steeped in the atmospheric charm of 70's and 80's films. They proudly wear the influence of everyone from Dario Argento, to John Carpenter, to Walter Hill. Cold In July, my favourite of their three outings thus far, is a pulse pounding example of how to orchestrate a thriller that holds you in suspense without overdoing it. It's got just the right portions of violence, intrigue, menace and pathos needed to turn it's slightly complex story into a visceral winner. Dexter himself, Michael C. Hall plays Richard Dane, a meek family man who accidentally shoots a home invader dead one night. He's rattled, but the slick Sheriff (Nick Damici boldly displays that his knack for writing isn't the only talent under his belt, giving a low key but compelling turn) assures him he did the right thing. Then, the burglar's recently paroled father Ben Sullivan (Sam Shepherd) blows into town with malicious intent towards Dane. He's eventually captured by the Sheriff and suddenly the plot whips out from under you like a rug and heads in a direction you never saw coming, assuring you this won't be another weak entry in the potboiler books. The Sheriff, it turns out, is just south of honest and has played both Dane and Sullivan for nefarious ends. The two are forced to team up along with silver tongued private investigator Jim Bob Luke (Don Johnson) to get to the bottom of things, clear Ben's name and escape from the southern fried pickle they find themselves in. I won't say more plot - wise except to gush over what a thought out, deliberate story Damici weaves, a true pulp neo noir that ducks clichés and hits hard. Shepherd is an expert of the craft, and his Ben is quiet and stubborn, with flashes of youthful sharpness that have calcified into a hardened nobility in his old age. Best work from the guy in years. Hall displays a subtle shift from trauma to toughness, never losing the vulnerability he entered the story with, but infusing it with the stoicism he adopts simply because he has no choice but to see the ordeal to the end. Johnson is the one comic side of things, showing up in a cherry red Cadillac convertible called the Red Bitch, and splashing his natural charisma all over the place like hot sauce on chicken wings. I don't know why Don doesn't work all that much these days but he's an asset to anything he shows up in. He plays Luke with bushels of swagger, hysterical exasperation at Ben's belligerance and just the right touches of humanity which make his character the highlight for me. The three of them together share a thoroughly amusing dynamic, forced together by chance from different walks of life, each bringing their own qualities to the table in character arcs that satisfy greatly. The film also has a terrific synth style score that jangles and thumps along to the story beats in perfect synergy. I'd like to think that each artist that Mickle and Damici have paid homage to would be proud, as Cold In July hums along with that perfectly crafted, intangible atmosphere that all the great thrillers possess.