Kalpit Tandon’s review published on Letterboxd:
A black laced - gaunt ghost globetrotting in search for a way out, blood splattered nightmares spilling into broad daylights, katanas slicing bullets in half, shotgun shells spilling over fluorescent bar floors as the hellish synth beats washes over the dead; John Wick is all razzle-dazzle, no-hold-barred, white knuckled assault on the senses.
There's a feeling of finalization settling over like hard saw soot as this hyper stylized tapestry of arthouse action enters a rather meditative space while speaking of deaths and consequences of lives such lived. The fourth installment of John Wick is a genre smashing ambitious swing which achieves jaw dropping momentum with its blinding choreography and luminous pallet before everything eventually culminates similar to how it all began - in dust. Such is life, eh!