I cannot believe this film attempts to pass for a comedy. Since when is it funny to see a woman get her brains blown out while her young daughter watches and her husband (hog-tied) witnesses the murder? Have we become so desentized that killing can be funny and chemical agents just tickle us to death? Or, when a cow is blown up for pleasure do we giggle with mirth with no respect for our fellow creatures, since they didn't shoot first? (And probably should.) This was no comedy; it was a horror story and I walked out on this piece of shrapnel.
Review of Three Kings
