Split Second

Remember at the end of Goodfellas where Ray Liotta has his coked out day? Well image nearly a whole movie like that, but instead it's Rutger Hauer as a chocolate chewing, cigar chomping, and coffee chugging cop who doesn't play by the rules and makes fashion decisions similar to Michael Rooker's character in Guardians of the Galaxy. He's busting with paranoia and Split Second embraces his obsessive manic hunt for a gun-wielding serial killer hybrid of The Creature From the Black Lagoon and a xenomorph by having this wild kitchen sink quality that blends genres, tropes, and just plain strangeness into one big delicious knee deep broth. For how easily and stylishly Split Second goes down, all the crazier elements (psychic connections, rat viruses, the big gun shopping trip, etc.) somehow never pushes it into the total gonzo territory it seems to be searching for and ends up being a movie that'll have you wishing you liked it more.