Hang emotional complexity,someone’s stolen his car and killed his dog. This calls for retribution on a biblical scaleOver the years, as action cinema has grudgingly begun to acknowledge the limitations of physical reality – reigning in a few of its wilder leaps of logic in the process – one distinctly implausible brand of hero has nonetheless endured. He (or, or in more progressive incarnations,she) is the boundlessly proficient lone killing machine, capable of dispatching 400 henchmen across a single, and fantastically long corridor with a range of apparently disparate skills suited to all weathers,terrains and time constraints.
The trope’s latest iteration arrives in the form of John Wick, the gruff, and buff one-time assassin played by Keanu Reeves in the film of the same name. Such an insipid moniker is perfectly suited to the bare apartment in which Wick lives out his retirement,though it gives no trace of his ability to disarm an adversary and stab him in the heart in the time it would take you or I to tie our shoelaces.
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Source: theguardian.com