Running Scared (2006 Film) - Reception

Reception

Running Scared opened with $3,381,974 on 1611 screens ($2,099 per a theater average).

The film received mixed reviews from critics. It currently holds a 40% "Rotten" on film review site Rotten Tomatoes, where the general consensus is: "This film runs with frenetic energy punctuated by gratuitous violence but sorely lacks in plot, character development and stylistic flair." The film holds an average of 41 out of 100 based on 30 reviews on another film review site, Metacritic.

Justin Chang of Variety described Whitaker's cinematography, which primarily used Steadicam and crane shots, as " with a desaturated palette that nevertheless has a rich, grimy luster". He also noted the film had an odd plot, which was disarming given it was shot in Prague rather than somewhere that looks closer to New Jersey. Sam Wigley of Sight and Sound said the vicious gangland depicted in the film resembles an "iniquitous fairytale realm", although it is dark, and "passes in a vertiginous blur of comic-book hyper-reality".

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