I watched Shooter the other day, too. I give it a B+ for technical accuracy (although why does Hollywood insist that the view through binoculars is a figure-eight on its side?), D- for plausibility, and A for entertainment value. The movie had a lot of product placement for Remington, Leupold, and Barrett.
Since when does two dozen of the world's best mercenaries, with air support, get their collective asses kicked by one Marine and a Junior G-Man? And with privately-owned guns, too.
I thought “Shooter” was laughable. Where did they get the bullet for the assassination? Dug out of a mountainside? Who the heck pulls their firing pins? Why not just pull the bolt? I can see someone looking at a particular firing pin and wondering which gun it goes to.
Grassy knoll garbage again? Oh please.
Paper patches save rifling?
Standing in the middle of a river with a .22 and shooting into a darkened boathouse? Yeah, right.
How come the African knew where the snipers were shooting from? Gilley suits didn’t work?
I’m out of time.