This week, with JACK REACHER: NEVER GO BACK amping up its marketing, we’re looking at two of the newest additions to the sub-sub-genre of guys with J-names taking on the world. THE BOURNE IDENTITY‘s Jason Bourne and CASINO ROYALE‘s James Bond helped usher in a new close-combat style of action film, and 24‘s Jack Bauer kept the world safe on the small screen, but it’s the titular characters of JACK REACHER and JOHN WICK who have captured our adrenaline-filled hearts in recent years. Of course, many people’s favorite close combat action movie of the past decade is TAKEN, but Bryan Mills doesn’t conform to the J-name format, because Liam Neeson doesn’t play by your goddamn rules.
JOHN WICK certainly has a larger and more varied main cast, but the result is few of them have much time to shine. Also, Werner Herzog is the most terrifying person on the planet.
JACK REACHER is a nice blend of action flick and crime drama, with moments of suspense peppered both in and out of the action scenes and some nice turns along the way.
The simplicity of the plot here is refreshing, but it keeps the story from being anything special. It’s basically just TAKEN without anyone to rescue. Also, the hotel for professionals is a cool idea but even for JOHN WICK feels like a bit too much.
“Weird meeting you.”
“Likewise.”
“Remember, you wanted this.”
“There are four types of people who join the military. For some, it’s a family trade. Others are patriots, eager to serve. Next, you have those who just need a job. Then there’s the kind who want a legal means of killing other people.”
“That’s John Doe Number Two. The man on the grassy knoll. The thing under the bed. They call him the Zec.”
“I was in prison in Siberia. I spent my first winter wearing a dead man’s coat. A hole in one pocket. I chewed these fingers off before the frostbite could turn to gangrene. These I gave up to avoid working in the sulfur mine. That is how I survived when so many others did not. A man this rare can always be of use. So show me. Show me you are rare. Show me you’ll do anything to survive.”
“Always the bullet. I don’t understand.”
“I’m just a guy who wants to be left alone.”
“Now look at your friends. Now look at my face. Do you ever want to see me again?”
“No way.”
“Am I stealing your car?”
“Use it as long as you like.”
“You’re very kind.”
“Imagine you’ve spent your whole life in other parts of the world being told every day you’re defending freedom. And finally you decide you’ve had enough. Time to see what you’ve given up your whole life for. Maybe get some of that freedom for yourself. Look at the people. Now tell me which ones are free. Free from debt. Anxiety. Stress. Fear. Failure. Indignity. Betrayal. How many wish that they were born knowing what they know now? Ask yourself how many would do things the same way over again… and how many would live their lives like me.”
“You think I’m a hero? I am not a hero.”
“What about the truth? What about getting the guys who really did this? What about bringing him to justice?”
“I just did.”
“There’s this guy. He’s a kind of cop, at least he used to be. He doesn’t care about proof, he doesn’t care about the law, he only cares about what’s right.”
“John is a man of focus, commitment, sheer will… something you know very little about. I once saw him kill three men in a bar… with a pencil. With a f*ckin’ pencil. Then suddenly one day he asked to leave. It’s over a woman, of course. So I made a deal with him. I gave him an impossible task. A job no one could have pulled off. The bodies he buried that day laid a foundation of what we are now. And then, my son, a few days after his wife died, you steal his car and kill his f*ckin’ dog.”
“Evenin’, John.”
“Evenin’, Jimmy. Noise complaint?”
“Noise complaint. You, uh, workin’ again?”
“No, I was just sortin’ some stuff out.”
“Ah, well… I’ll leave you be then. Good night, John.”
“Good night, Jimmy.”
“I’d like to make a dinner reservation for twelve.”
“Good to see you, John.”
“Charlie.”
“You look good. And here I’d feared you’d left all this behind.”
“How good is your laundry?”
“I’m sorry to say that no one is that good.”
“No… I thought not.”
“They know you’re coming.”
“Of course… But it won’t matter.”
“When Helen died, I lost everything. Until that dog arrived on my doorstep, a final gift from my wife. In that moment, I received some semblance of hope- an opportunity to grieve unalone. And your son took that from me… stole that from me… KILLED THAT FROM ME! People keep asking if I’m back and I haven’t really had an answer. But now, yeah, I’m thinkin’ I’m back. So you can either hand over your son or you can die screaming alongside him!”
“It was just a f*ck’n-”
“What happened, John?… We were professionals… Civilized.”
“Do I look civilized to you?”
“I’ll say this, John. They sure as f*ck broke the mold with you.”
“Be seeing you, John.”
“Yeah… Be seeing you.”
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