One of the finest movies of the nineties goes out with a bang in the climactic shootout scenes. Rival hitmen Martin Blank (John Cusack) and the cheerfully psychotic and heavily medicated Grocer (a practically career-best performance from Dan Ackroyd) are battling it out in the corridors of Blanks ex-girlfriends house, eventually arriving on either side of a kitchen counter. The French doors to the patio burst open, and the NSA agents, Steven Lardner (aka Steve) and Kenneth McCullers (no pseudonym) arrive, having been tailing Blank to catch him in the act and kill him for the entire length of the film only to be shot to pieces by both assassins. Now out of ammo, our hero is in trouble. Grocer (whos covered in guns and never reloads, throwing his guns to one side and pulling new ones instead) offers to sell Martin one of his many spares, only to be met with a TV to the skull when he tries to double-cross his former protégé. Its a wonderfully screwball way to end the long shootout which is getting more farcical by the minute harking back to Blank taking out one of Grocers goons with repeated cartoon whacks to the head with a frying pan two minutes earlier. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9YjOweDcUw
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