Six months ago there might have been much philosophising as to how people can act so blithely as they take part in such evil. Today I got out of the film and one of the first things I saw online was IOF soldiers rummaging through the underwear draw of a Palestinian woman, a stark echo of a scene in this film where the Germans go through a pile of clothes stolen from murdered Jewish women. This film is an incredible…
In the same milieu as Godzilla Minus One and Seijun Suzuki's Gates of Flesh but with a far bleaker take on the post-war trauma and found family than even Suzuki's film. Also recalling The Emperor's Naked Army Marches On with its depiction of survivor's guilt and rage. A heavy work.
Statham invariably dispatches people with a grim air of frustration, like he'd rather not be mowing through scores of henchmen but you cunts just fuckin wouldn't let it go. This classic Statham protagonist, principled, hard-as-nails, pissed off, cuts a swathe through a mix of those anonymous cops and some extremely entertaining over-the-top cartoon scumbags from a snivelling scammer to an obnoxious crypto bro and beyond (ever want the audience to immediately root against a bad guy: make them a white…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
After a disappointing second film which made the same mistake as the Jack Reacher films of taking a character who works perfectly in discrete installments and adding too much backstory, falling prey to the curse of serialisation that even got to the king of the standalone adventures James Bond, the third film mostly avoids that and gives our Bobby another adventure. There is a throughline to the others but it's mostly ephemeral and the reveal of the connection when it…