When his mentor is taken captive, a retired member of Britain's Elite Special Air Service is forced into action. His mission: kill three assassins dispatched by their cunning leader.
Today’s action movie fan is accustomed to a sophisticated cocktail of influences. Killer Elite is more like a warm pint of bitter from a surly pub landlord. Robust, does the job, but unrefined.
Statham loyalists may lap it up but it’s difficult to care about most of what unfolds.
A tasty trio, but there's something vanilla about this one-last-job saga.
It's not as funny as Statham's Crank nor as intelligent as Blitz, but comes with enough geezahs! shootahs! and mouthy nonces! to make the forthcoming Sweeney remake look positively redundant.
Don't be taken in by this based-on-a-true-story imprimatur: it is as phony, derivative and poorly scripted as any thriller this year.
Less killer, more filler.
The surface is glossy, the body count high, and the events opaque and often risible.
Offers the surreal sight of Jason Statham sharing a quiet dialogue scene with Robert De Niro. Sadly, this isn't a sign that Statham has ascended to the ranks of cinema's greatest actors, but that De Niro has sunk so low that he'll now turn up for the tawdriest of thrillers.
A few good stunts, some tolerable brooding and one nice, if silly desert chase. But not essential.
Long, muddled, misguided.
General release. Check local listings for show times.