With a big name screenwriter ( William Goldman, double Oscar winner!), a couple of big deal actors (Hope Davis, Stanley Tucci, in roles that coulda been played by anybody), cameos by TV types like Jason Alexander (Seinfeld) and Sofia Vergara (Modern Family) and lots of kickbutt action courtesy of JS and unidentified stunt guys this shoulda been a big hit on the big screen. (Shucks, Mr. S. even shaved for this movie)
Instead, it crapped out at the box office. In fact, to tell you the truth, I hadn’t even heard of it until I saw it on the shelves of my local DVD rental store. (Yeah, we still have one of those.)
You could write the plot on the back of a popcorn bag. Basically, JS’s character is a down-on-his-luck Las Vegas grifter who earns his money by hitting people. It’s when he hits the spoiled rotten son of a Vegas Mob boss that he gets into really deep. uh, water.
Although his character never cracks a smile, the actor himself actually likes all this physical stuff. Hell, it sure beats hustling cheap watches on the streets of London (and it pays way better.) And, let’s face it, that’s why us action fans rent Statham flicks in the first place.
W. Goldman’s script reaches for something profound but as far as this dawg is concerned he overplays his hand.
But, then, it’s a remake of an 80s Burt Reynolds movie Whaddya expect?
Directed by the same guy (Simon West) who did that remake of a Charles Bronson movie (The Mechanic.)
I mean, don’t these people have anything better to do with their time?