First off, this IS a fun film and Brosnan IS entertaining in it. But at the end of the day, it's not an especially good one or even that memorable. In fact, it's every other hit-man with crisis of conscience movie ever made with a splash of LOST IN TRANSLATION liven up with a much louder and larger version of Brosnan's much better character and much better performance in THE TAILOR OF PANAMA. You'll recognise the ticks and tricks, like the way he overemphasises a woman's name or overdoes the seediness to show he's the anti-Bond here. And that's ultimately why the film seems so much less walking to the car than it does when you're watching the end credits. It's Brosnan doing his party piece again, which is fun but familiar. Of the two, I'd go for PANAMA every time, because that has more going for it. But this is a pleasant enough diversion that almost gives showing off a good name.
Review of The Matador
