An ex-hitman comes out of retirement to track down the gangsters that took everything from him.
A giddy helping of artful violence delivered with a wink and a cheeky grin. Unsurprisingly, John Wick 2 is already in the works.
An extremely well-oiled action machine that glides past like Wick’s Mustang 69: beautifully put together, but you never forget there’s a stuntman at the wheel.
Chad Stahelski’s impressively lean and wry thriller.
This is a sleek, wet, near noir, with neon and shadows aplenty. Essentially, it’s really rather good.
There isn’t much in the way of depth or complexity, but the constant violence is offset by some well-timed humour and the whole thing is consistently enjoyable.
Keanu Reeves’s zonked acting style only works in juxtaposition with funny dialogue, but this film is humourless, violent and generic.
As Wick leaves corpse after corpse in his wake, the storytelling becomes more and more preposterous – its saving grace is the sheer operatic excess of the bloodletting.
Lingers for days afterward because of the care put into each step of the story and each action set piece.
A film where action speaks louder than words.
Reeves, though, elevates it all. Gliding through the carnage in a three-piece suit, steely eyed and steel-fisted, he is, in short, most excellent.
All because of a dog.
Keanu Reeves excels as an impassive assassin in this slickly enjoyable shoot-’em-up thriller.
General release. Check local listings for show times.
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