A surprisingly well crafted visceral revenge flick, a frenzy attuned to instinctual reflexivity, just in time for Halloween, John Wick delivers a fast-paced sophisticated personalized bloodbath, continentally conceived with considerations for respect, an elite world of criminals, immaculately imploding.
Wick (Keanu Reeves) is a legendary assassin who retired to settle down with his wife who then died, leaving behind a small dog to remind him of her.
He goes for a drive in his automobile one day, and the son of a Russian gangster requests its sale.
He refuses and drives away.
The son then visits him in the middle of the night, beats him senseless with the help of his goons, _____ the dog, and steals the car.
Wick wakes up the next day composed yet enraged, in preparation for an insane rampage designed to express his dissastifaction.
It's a very basic plot, but the visuals, dialogue, music, acting, and combat scenes crystallize a uniform carnal indignant balance, almost Lynchean in terms of surreal elegance, comedy awkwardly yet cursively situated to allow the film to concentrate on internal affairs (the police aren't involved [editing by Elísabet Ronaldsdóttir]), the invincibility factor realistically deconstructed inasmuch as Wick almost bites it a number of times, saved here and there, by trustworthy old friends.
I think the cast and crew really took the making of this film seriously which could be why it stands out.
Casting by Jessica Kelly and Suzanne Smith.
Look for David Patrick Kelly.
Probably didn't have to be quite so violent.
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