Director: Timur Bekmambetov
I could tell you in one word if this film is good. But since it took 110 minutes off my life why should you get off so easy?
Let me begin by clarifying one thing: I’m the guy. While I don’t think I’m entirely alone, it has become quite obvious that I’m one of the very few who don’t find Angelina Jolie the be-al-end all.
However, it would appear that millions disagree with me and simply having those lips and shooting guns is enough for guaranteed millions of movie dollars.
Surprisingly however, Angelina Jolie is not the weak link in this film. James McAvoy is. The “hero” of the film is a cubicle dweller with a soul crushing job, horrible boss, and girlfriend who’s cheating with his best friend. There is also someone trying to kill him. Luckily he winds up with Angelina and realizes his dad is part of an assassin cult called “the fraternity”.
This movie desperately tries to invoke Fight Club’s “this world sucks so fight back” ethic combined with very fancy curving bullets and gravity/reality defying action sequences. Sadly, it fails almost entirely due to James’ poorly written character.
To pour salt in the wound, the film finishes with the main character looking into the camera calling you (i.e. the audience) a bunch of weak pathetic people finishing with the line “what have you ever done?”
Save your money and your time, rent Fight Club or go see a good movie, like wall-e.