I'm pretty sure a good number of theater seats were filled a few years back when the Kill Bill trailer showed the Crazy 88s storming into that dance hall to surround the Bride. Awesome scene. About 2 minutes into Shoot 'Em Up we're introduced to Paul Giamati's version of the Crazy 88s.
I used to think that working as hired muscle must be pretty hard, but this movie taught me something I didn't know about criminal society. There is a secret phone number (no, we can't tell what number he dials) that crooks with a certain level street cred can call and order up any number of extra thugs. It's so obvious, I can't believe I didn't pick up on that earlier in life. "Hello, operator? I need 12 more guys. Yeah, yeah, I know, but they're done. Yeah, and give me 4 with special driving skills. Thanks. WHAT? SINCE WHEN? Come on, Discover Card is taken at Citgo -- you're telling me I have to use layaway?!"
Shoot 'Em Up, we all know, is intended to be style over substance. In fact, I wish the script had even less public service announcements than it does. Leaving out some of the retarded "life lessons" would have made me rate it a tad higher.