It's interesting attempting to follow a film in which logic plays almost no role at all. I seriously wonder whether the knee-jerk liberals who made this thing realized what a travesty they were creating and that they were doing more to argue against the point they were making than for it.
Since this is a Hollywood film and it has the word "gun" in the title, you can bet it's anti-gun. Essentially, the plot goes something like this: Martin Tillman's (James Coburn) daughter, Penny (Virginia) is murdered. Martin gets the gun from the police and attempts to trace its "life" while dealing with his past and his own relationship to firearms as a soldier.
This is so obviously one of those instances where the heart completely dominated the head. That is not a good thing. The heart is insane. It's pretty apparent that writer/director Alan Jacobs wanted to make a message movie and decided to do a tap dance all over common sense.
First of all, the police seem to close Penny's murder case in about a week, which is just slightly unrealistic. Add to that the fact that they give her father the murder weapon. I'm sure. Then, Martin starts traveling the country finding out where the gun was bought and sold and who owned it. He actually walks into a gun shop and the owner gives him the name of the last person to own the gun based on the serial number. Um, I don't think so. Martin ö aging, decrepit, and arthritic ö travels all over the country finding the different owners utilizing this detection method. While traveling, he not only has flashbacks of his days as a soldier, but actually has flashbacks from Penny's failed marriage, which is interesting since he wasn't anywhere near the scene. Obviously, since Martin couldn't be having the memory, it's just a flashback to fill us in, but since the director makes it seem that Martin is having the memory, it's a rather startling example of bad direction.
The film completely loses itself toward the end when it drops its bombshell revelation on us. I won't reveal what this is even though I don't think revealing it would make much difference to anyone, but suffice it to say that it comes out of nowhere and is a complete deception of the audience. We're not sure if Martin is dreaming or just completely insane.
The film is a ponderous mess on the nature of guns while also being completely devoid of logic or function in the real world, which is not exactly a great quality when you're arguing a moral point.
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