I feel for the generation that grew up watching the comic book movies. It has destroyed their sense of pacing, maturity and style.
Not everything has to be blown up to smithereens every 10 minutes. Sometimes there is beauty in what is not said, or rather, inferred. Not everything has to be explained to the morons in the dark wondering what they just wandered into at their local cineplex.
This is not a unique story: the aging gun-for-hire, out to do one last gig, and retire. Ron Perlman plays this to smoldering perfection. This one is a slow burn, the boil taking its time before it gets too hot to touch.
These are the kinds of films that I revel in and marvel at how this cinematic style just may be gone forever. Perlman plays Asher, the aging prizefighter, wounded, aching, exhausted. He ponders his life over many glasses of wine and his choices. Trust no one. Don't let anyone in. Take the money, do the job, and then....what? Retire? Yes, a unique skillset but what does one do with such a unique skillset once one retires from the life.
As he makes his way to the next kill, he staggers in a hallway, dizzy, falls against a door that is opened by a stranger who lets him in. And changes his life.
It's interesting to me how the lost and lonely people seem to attract others with the same archetype.
Richard Dreyfuss makes an appearance. Not too believable, I'm afraid. Famke Janssen is completely believable as Sophie. Character actor Ned Eisenberg is also completely believable, but then again, he always is. And a completely unrecognizable Jacqueline Bisset, as the aging mother with dementia.
Yeah, there were some holes and yeah, it's a bit predictable but enjoyable and immensely entertaining nonetheless. Loved the ending, as well.
Not everything has to be blown up to smithereens every 10 minutes. Sometimes there is beauty in what is not said, or rather, inferred. Not everything has to be explained to the morons in the dark wondering what they just wandered into at their local cineplex.
This is not a unique story: the aging gun-for-hire, out to do one last gig, and retire. Ron Perlman plays this to smoldering perfection. This one is a slow burn, the boil taking its time before it gets too hot to touch.
These are the kinds of films that I revel in and marvel at how this cinematic style just may be gone forever. Perlman plays Asher, the aging prizefighter, wounded, aching, exhausted. He ponders his life over many glasses of wine and his choices. Trust no one. Don't let anyone in. Take the money, do the job, and then....what? Retire? Yes, a unique skillset but what does one do with such a unique skillset once one retires from the life.
As he makes his way to the next kill, he staggers in a hallway, dizzy, falls against a door that is opened by a stranger who lets him in. And changes his life.
It's interesting to me how the lost and lonely people seem to attract others with the same archetype.
Richard Dreyfuss makes an appearance. Not too believable, I'm afraid. Famke Janssen is completely believable as Sophie. Character actor Ned Eisenberg is also completely believable, but then again, he always is. And a completely unrecognizable Jacqueline Bisset, as the aging mother with dementia.
Yeah, there were some holes and yeah, it's a bit predictable but enjoyable and immensely entertaining nonetheless. Loved the ending, as well.