John Wick goes on a killing rampage against the Russian mafia because they dared to kill his pet. Naturally, the dog has an emotional significance in the film, but it doesn’t make it any less hilarious as the though it too far fetched.
John Wick is thrilling, has loads of fun and has a flavour of self aware schlock that takes it above the run of the mill potboilers.
The film is the debut directorial project of David Leitch and Chad Stahelski and both have delivered a product that entertains. The directors were stuntmen earlier and they use their experience to awe inspiring execution.
The action sequences are stylish, a couple of shots are near iconic. There is a lot of violence, and Keanu Reeves, with his trademark vacant stare, is somehow incredibly enjoyable beating up people without moving his face.
That unsung hero is Chad Stahelski, the stunt guru who stepped into Brandon Lee’s shoes on The Crow and spent the next two decades absorbing all the behind the scenes filming lessons that make John Wick such a technically impeccable entertainer.
John Wick isn’t set in the real world, but rather in the sort of heightened parallel dimension that gamers use for target practice, where they must constantly be on their guard as goons pop up from behind objects and around corners.
The second half of the film is all about how John Wick hunts down Iosef Tarasov (Alfie Allen), the arrogant, entitled and foolish son of Viggo Tarasov (Michael Nyqvist) and brings down Viggo Tarasov’s entire criminal organization in the process.
All that violence cannot bring back the dead Daisy, but it helps to clear enough space in John Wick’s cold-blooded heart.
John Wick is all about a dog, Daisy and his master. John Wick (Keanu Reeves), a lethal contract killer goes on a rampage after a Russian thug murders ...2.0