Get My Gun 2017
After an innocent prank leaves Amanda pregnant and out of a job, she finds herself on the verge of motherhood and the target of a psychotic stalker who will stop at nothing to get her hands on the unborn child.
Brian Darwas and Jennifer Carchietta
Kate Hoffman, Rosanne Rubino, and Christy Casey
A beautiful young nun with a toddler picks up a payphone; in a calm yet serious tone, she utters a single sentence: “Get my gun”. It’s the kind of opening scene the hooks you deep, and Get My Gun holds its audience on the line for 90-minutes, rapt in an often-harrowing saga that leaves us reeling. Before the opening credits roll, we hear a man begging for his life: “Please,” he blubbers, “I have a wife and a kid!” The young woman won’t be swayed: “You have two kids”, she informs him, before doling out the kind of justice we’d expect from a nun with a gun. Director Brian Darwas takes us on a 3 Act thrill-ride that spans genres, delivering a conclusion that will leave you shocked, satisfied, baffled, and anxious to relive the entire experience again—and again.
Get My Gun premiered last weekend in New York; before the screening, Darwas and producer/co-writer Jennifer Carchietta discussed their inspiration for the film, and what they set out to achieve:
Brian Darwas (director): What drives most movies, and stories in general, is the audience’s desire to see the protagonist overcome the odds. We thought “what’s the worst thing that could happen to a young woman just starting out in life. . . and, how could it possibly get worse from there?”
Jennifer Carchietta (producer): We wanted the viewer to become not only engaged, but also be invested in the character of Amanda’s struggles. If they can go through it with her, they can share in that same feeling of catharsis at the end if she overcomes the odds. . .
Official Synopsis: After an innocent prank leaves Amanda pregnant and out of a job, she finds herself on the verge of motherhood and the target of a psychotic stalker who will stop at nothing to get her hands on the unborn child.
It’s ironic that Carchietta says of lead protagonist Amanda (played by Kate Hoffman), “if she overcomes the odds…” because Get My Gun is a film that begins at the end, then jumps backward before bringing us full circle. She’s correct that it’s the journey that makes the film cathartic; before we can truly revel in the sense of justice served, we must endure the trauma that inspired it. It devastates us before empowering us, taking us to depth many will find intolerable. Depictions of violence against women are unglamorous and brutal. But it’s only after being thrust into the Abyss that a broken soul can ascend/transcend/expel the demons of past indignities. Amanda may be dressed like a nun, but she’s been through hell—and she’s no angel.
Act 1 lulls us into a false sense of security before dropping the hammer; a triumphant intro is followed by a tale of friendship that has us rooting for a couple of young underdogs with their whole lives ahead of them. We learn the ropes together, laugh together, blossom together—but the pulls to our heartstrings only intensify the agony of senseless violence in a scene that rings tragically timely. A hotel room encounter becomes a worst-case scenario, setting up a classic revenge-porn scenario. But instead of rushing headlong into an obsessive search for retribution (as films of the ilk would have us expect), Darwas and Carchietta take another detour. Act 2 took me by surprise playing, out like a horror version of Juno where legitimate terror replaces comedy. Act 3 brings the revenge horror to a boiling point, delivering a conclusion that is beyond merely satisfying—something to cheer over.
There are 3 performances that make Get My Gun way above average. Kate Hoffman [Feature Image] is exceptional as lead protagonist Amanda; it couldn’t have been an easy part to play, especially with a graphic and brutal rape scene. Christy Casey is Rebecca, Amanda’s BFF and partner in crime; her performance is both subtle and resonating and the character becomes extremely important to the film’s deeper mysteries. Rosanne Rubino is matronly then terrifying as Catherine, a potential savior who turns out to be more demonic than the film’s despicable rapist. Get My Gun is soaked in estrogen in the best possible way, and this trio of powerful thespians propel the film forward with ruthless, reckless abandon that has more balls than 99% of today’s most gruesome torture porn.
Bottom Line: I Spit on Your Grave meets Inside with a potentially supernatural twist (or, at the very least, a compelling mystery), Get My Gun is an indie powerhouse, an A+ effort supported by a talented direction, scripting, and acting. No word yet on when or how Get My Gun will be released, but remember this film’s name, and see it as soon as you can.