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UK 1998
Reviewed by Richard Falcon
Our synopses give away the plot in full, including surprise twists.
London-based phot0grapher Harry Sterndale is told he has only six weeks to live. Deciding to get even with everyone who has treated him badly, Harry goes to buy a gun. He goes to see his ex-wife Lisa, who left him after Harry lost all his money. Harry shoots her dead. Next up is financier Gerd Layton who swindled Harry out of his savings. Harry drowns Layton in his own swimming pool, but is discovered by Layton's PA Jill who secretly hated her boss.
Harry and Jill fall in love and go to dine at a posh restaurant. The head chef Renzo humiliates them so Harry kills him. Harry discovers his insurance policy will pay out more money if he meets a violent death, so he hires hitman Stewart to kill him. Harry takes Jill to the country where he shoots the bully who tormented him at school, and then kills an "old friend", Maurice Walpole, who stole Harry's ideas when they went into business together. However, Harry discovers he is not going to die after all. He tries to call off Stewart, who shoots a visiting dictator while trying to kill Harry. Stewart is arrested and confesses to Harry's murders. Harry is free to live happily ever after with Jill.
At one point in this latest dog's dinner from Michael Winner, Chris Rea's Harry muses over his photographic album, and compares the betrayal of his "friends" with kids mugging old ladies. "In there," he says, "are all the people who mugged me." Harry's subsequent revenge against a series of ridiculously caricatured victims echoes this sentiment by constantly referring back to Winner's most famous movie, Death Wish. Like the hero of that earlier movie, Harry plays music loudly to celebrate after his first murderous act. Rockstar Rea, in his first role, and the only likable element in this movie, looks occasionally like a middle-aged 70s Charles Bronson who has never worked out. (In fact Winner's talent for making male flesh look grotesque through flatly lit, low wide-angle shots should have given both Rea and Bob Hoskins pause for thought before agreeing to the swimming-pool scene.) Harry's victims have included a shrewish ex-wife and a self-regarding celebrity chef (fallout, perhaps, from Winner's well-publicised barring from the restaurant La Gavroche last year). Both these characters, though nasty, have broken no laws, so when the police suggest Harry's trail of revenge will put them out of a job, it only makes sense as a reference to Death Wish.
The most interesting thing here, then, is the way Parting Shots brings the whole idea of self-reflexivity into disrepute. It serves as a dismal summary of the director's career to date, one in which the swinging-60s comedies and the vigilante movies finally fuse to no great purpose. Instead of laughs, we get excessively ripe turns from performers who should know better, including Diana Rigg and John Cleese (the presence of the latter tells us this is comedy in the absence of any other cues). In fact, this looks like little more than another case of the director slapping together a film with his celebrity friends. True friends, though, tell you when you're embarrassing yourself.