A homicide investigator digs deeper into a case involving a trained military sniper who shot five random victims.
Werner Herzog's uber-villain rescues this first instalment in a hopeful new franchise for Tom Cruise.
Tom Cruise puffs his chest out and Werner Herzog gives good nemesis in an outrageous but entertaining adaptation of the Lee Child potboiler.
As a vehicle for Cruise, Jack Reacher isn’t an entirely comfortable fit, but makes for an undemanding slice of thick-ear mainstream entertainment.
It’s an efficient rather than inspired or overly exciting crime thriller and just occasionally laugh-out-loud silly.
Jack Reacher is a satisfyingly meaty whodunnit with a clarity that the great Raymond Chandler might have approved of.
In terms of pulp thrills, and shirtless stars, this is sturdy enough, but Jack Reacher never exceeds anyone’s grasp.
Films of this ilk are now as common as chicken pox and unless they’re treated with care and consideration (Sam Mendes’ sleek Skyfall) they become more bothersome and painful than the irritating childhood affliction.
While the film isn’t in the same league as Cruise’s previous outing on Mission: Impossible, there’s a slam-bang energy not to be sniffed at.
An enjoyably preposterous procedural.
Christopher McQuarrie and Tom Cruise deliver on their promise, with a witty, violent take on Reacher that makes up for its lack of height with an abundance of smarts and thrills.
There’s no room for Reacher in modern cinema's action crowd.
Despite a riveting opening sequence, Tom Cruise fails to measure up as Lee Child's action hero.
Jack Reacher tips constantly into self-parody and doesn’t know how to signal it, like someone trying to wink at you without the benefit of eyelids.
Werner Herzog: 'I've made bigger films than Jack Reacher'
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