John Wick

Dog breeders are major assholes, especially when the Russian underworld nicknames them Baba Jaga. The screenplay is a surreal jumble from head to toe, although it does contain some pretty cool ideas (unions for hired killers). As a stunt specialist, Chad Stahelski doesn't worry about any of it and deals with what he has to work with. The dog will break your heart, Keanu looks like a reincarnation of Satan from beginning to end, and the characters are not just flat - they have been run over by a steamroller. Fortunately, the truly infernal pensive dialogues, which come off as a compilation of bad comic speech bubbles, are balanced by a fairly decent portion of foresight and even larger portions of action. Here we can see that Chad knows what he's filming (wonderfully rhythmic threshing in a disco club, where the tempo of the fight is combined with changes on the dance floor), and sometimes he even seems to have a solid command of film language (wordless collage in the exhibition, solidly-timed jokes). Unfortunately, in the dialogues, he loses his way and he absolutely fails in escalating the film (both Russian villains are worthless at their core). Here we have a completely absurd story, presented in the style of a dark fateful spectacle with a sufficient portion of foresight and an insufficient portion of self-censorship. Either you will enjoy it to the fullest as action junkies (this is what Max Payne might have been like), or you will get through it with a mixture of amusement and grimaces. At its core, it's actually a terribly dumb mess. (14/10/2014)

A couple of points for the action, zero points for the story. The problem is that it has some scenes that are clearly meant to be funny, together with scenes that are mean to be really serious. Unfortunately, the serious moments are so stupid (Keanu cradling his dead dog to the sounds of sad music) that I couldn’t help but laugh. But that stylish action scene in the club is enough to make me like this film and make me willing to give it an above-average rating of six points out of ten. (14/01/2015)

The admirable purity of the genre (the filmmaking enthusiasm is gushing from it) doesn't quite match the script, which doesn't limp in motivations or dialogue (on the contrary, the simplicity is a good thing). Yet, paradoxically, I would have liked to see even more broken arms, and gunshots to the head, and overall I would have actually gone a bit harder in the fanboy exhibition because the great technical aspect encourages it like few other things. A weaker four stars. I'll be happy to watch selected moments again. (15/02/2015)

Reeves is awesome once again. John Wick is a pure action shootout (strongly inspired by comic book structure) pure and simple. The creators pile on the ingenious ideas and their inventiveness shine through not only in the incredibly simple, but as yet unused plot. A strongly emotional beginning effortlessly introduces the banal, but convincing central motif of revenge, and the killing begins. This bloody ballet is just as pleasing as this year’s Raid 2, but John Wick is a little lighter-hearted and not so sadistic. In essence, this is about the bond between a dog and his master. (01/11/2014)

Although this is not the arrival of the Savior, but is a small salvation of dying (sub) genre. And that means something, right? And especially if you nostalgically remember the nineties, when an action movie for cinemas was not synonymous with the overflowing CGI animation about rescuing of the world by (meta) guys in T-shirts, but it was a guy's movie with unexcited ugly guys in dirty undershirts, with a gun in their hands and a stinky armpits, which were more about local survival/revenge/threat. And that's exactly the character Max Payne is ... Um, John Wick, who has no superpowers (even though his 100 + 1 headshot can be considered powers), but the ultimate motivation "you Russian bastards, you killed my puppy that my dying wife gave to me and they prevented me from mourning, so now I have to blow your brains out of your heads", which you won't beat, even if you call Mr. Chekhov from the grave to write the characters. It is simply a straightforward B-rate playful action movie of the old-fashioned type that does not suffer from a shaky camera and knows nothing about crazy editing or CGI shit. And thank God it does not take itself seriously (except for the moving introduction). (23/10/2014)