Film

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

Name: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Genre: Comedy, Crime, Mystery, Thriller
Released: 2005
Cast: Robert Downey Jr., Val Kilmer, Michelle Monaghan, Corbin Bernsen, Dash Mihok

Shane Black's directing debut is a noir pastiche that knows exactly how ridiculous noir pastiches are — Robert Downey Jr. narrates his own murder-mystery misadventure with a wink, Val Kilmer plays the gruffest gay detective in cinema, and the plot doubles back on itself like a dog chasing its tail. Fast, filthy-mouthed, structurally showing off. For people who want their crime comedy clever about being a crime comedy.

TMDb rating

7.2

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