Run Rabbit Run - Trailer
Hold onto your seats, movie maniacs! "Run Rabbit Run" is about to hijack your eardrums and take you on a high-octane joyride through a world where luck is the ultimate currency and chaos is the only constant. This ain't your typical crime caper – it's a nitro-glycerin cocktail of wit, action, and heart that'll leave you dizzy, dazzled, and demanding more.
Picture this: a lucky bastard named Roland, whose charm could talk a fish out of water, paired with his partner Monte, a guy trying to go straight but can't shake off the intoxicating perfume of one last score. Throw them into a pressure cooker of psychotic siblings, femme fatales with hidden agendas, and enough explosions to make the Fourth of July jealous, and you've got a recipe for cinematic insanity.
The dialogue crackles like a live wire, spitting one-liners that'll stick in your brain like peanut butter to the roof of your mouth. And the action? Sweet mother of mayhem! We're talking car chases that'll have you gripping your armrests, shootouts that'll make you duck and cover, and plot twists sharper than a switchblade.
But don't let the adrenaline fool you – beneath the testosterone-fueled exterior beats a heart of gold. This is a story about loyalty, love, and the insane lengths we'll go to for the people who matter. It's got more layers than a world-class lasagna and twice the kick.
"Run Rabbit Run" is a grenade of entertainment with the pin pulled out, ready to blow your mind. It's irreverent, it's audacious, and it's got more style than a Fashion Week runway. Miss this, and you'll be kicking yourself harder than a kung-fu master with a stubbed toe.
So, buckle up, buttercup! This ain't just a table read – it's a full-throttle assault on your senses that'll leave you breathless, speechless, and absolutely begging for more. Get ready to run with the rabbits, or get left in the dust!
Written by
Jesse Carter &
Thomas Beaudoin
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Uh-huh. Yeah.
We have rollers, we told ya that we all in. You fold up, it's all over.
Doze up in the culture, the way that we live. Every day it pays off from the bank to the crib.
Roland, a career bandit, made his name for being impossible to catch. If the price is right, he is willing.
Anything under the sun, diamonds, antiques, planes, trains, you name it, he doesn't give a fuck. He also happens to be the luckiest man in the world.
If a cat has nine lives, it's safe to say he borrowed the other eight. The golden boy who never ties his shoelaces while chasing all the fun and yet manages to never fall on his ass.
That's what they say about you. But he's got one Achilles heel, driving.
Is it true Roland can't drive? Oh, he can drive just fine. He just shouldn't.
Ever. Why not? Terrible thing, man.
Terrible thing. Good thing his childhood friend and long-time accomplice, Monty,, is a third generation race car driver.
Problem is, they haven't worked together for quite some time. According to our investigation, it appears that you've been Roland's driver for over 10 years.
I also gave my grandmother a few rides to the grocery store, and that doesn't make me a fucking chauffeur. Having worn his pockets thin, Roland is a little rusty and short on funds.
You know what's worse than being in debt? Being broke. Scrambling for his next job, he accepts a risky referral.
Sounds fishy. Why me? Because it's pie.
And I know how much you like pie. You need the dough.
I know a baker. He's harmless.
gentle as a baby squirrel. Now operating solo, Roland is forced to work with unsavory replacements.
Just sitting ducks out here. I don't think we have enough feathers to qualify as ducks.
I need to find Monty. Running low on luck, Roland gets himself entangled in a dangerous feud between the vicious Cherry Twin brothers fighting over their father's remains.
Listen to me. No matter what he offers you, whatever he promises or claims, don't do a god-fucking-damn thing if his brother is involved.
But run. Just run.
Will our heroes live to tell the tale? We shall see. Run, Rabbit, Run.
Remember, never consider a man lucky until he reaches his journey's end. We have rollers, we told ya that we all in.
You fold up, it's all over. Doze up in the culture, the way that we live.
Every day it pays off, from the bank to the crib. We have rollers, we told ya that we gotta win.
You know us, we play the brush. I'm all in for the Outro Music
