Simultaneously
shambolic and lifeless, perhaps the thing which most annoyed me about
this movie is the way it made me sit through its entire running time. I
was never quite bored enough.
The
director, Simon West and two of the leading trio of stars have been
around the block. How did they end up appearing so clueless here?
Waltz's
ageing hitman Dolinski says that he only kills people who 'had it
coming', yet as the body count mounts here it is extremely hard to
understand (or care) why any of these people were slotted to die. (You almost
start yearning for the offing of at least one of the innocent bystanders
Cooper Hoffman's Wihlborg has seemingly built his formative reputation
on.)
By the end of the movie
Dolinski has started to care for Lucy Liu's Anata. We, however, did not
care at all for this tacked on romantic sub-plot, even though it potentially
offered some release from the mysteries of the main one.
He has also started to care for his psychotic Gen Z replacement. I definitely never did.
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