Running time: 99 minutes. Rated R (robust bloody violence all through, pervasive language and a few sexual content material). In theaters.
The reply to the query “How many jokes can Salma Hayek crack about her own breasts?” has arrived within the type of a film referred to as “The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard.” Somebody else must add them up, although. There are so many, and I’m no mathematician.
And but, someway Hayek and the low-brow materials she’s been regrettably handed are the perfect a part of this undesirable, pointless sequel to the also-bad 2017 buddy cop movie “The Hitman’s Bodyguard.” Her returning co-stars Samuel L. Jackson and Ryan Reynolds are, respectively, coasting and insufferable.
Reynolds performs Michael Bryce, the ninny bodyguard, who was so traumatized by the occasions of the primary film that he’s been compelled into remedy. His agonized therapist removes the weirdo by telling him he’s “graduated” from their periods and jets him off to the island of Capri for some R&R.
As quickly as he arrives in Italy, although, his resort pool is laid siege by gunmen (naturally) and he’s rescued by Sonia Kincaid (Hayek), the hitman’s spouse. She wants Bryce’s assist to save lots of her husband Darius Kincaid (Jackson), the hitman, from his captors.
Reynolds’ high-pitched nerd shtick has worn skinny on the whole through the years, and right here his squeaky voice could be higher suited to scaring away pigeons in a parking storage. He whines and squeals whereas Jackson rattles off “s–t”s and “f–k”s and Hayek shimmies round making emotional pronouncements. (Like I stated, she’s essentially the most entertaining of the lot).
For such an idiotic movie, the villainy afoot is mighty troublesome to wrap your head round. The EU has put sanctions on Greece for some motive, so a wealthy countryman (Antonio Banderas, trying and sounding about as Greek as Suzanne Somers) decides to contaminate Europe’s web grid with a virus that may destroy vehicles, trains, buildings and extra in revenge.
It’s type of like a Pierce Brosnan James Bond plot combined with Michael Bay’s excesses after which watered down in order to turn into completely forgettable.
Bryce and the Kincaids’ position in this head-scratching scheme is convoluted, as is Frank Grillo’s particular agent character, Bobby O’Neill, who spends the entire film begging to be transferred again to Boston from London whereas referring to his Scottish feminine translator as “Sean Connery.”
Still, if it was higher made, “The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard” could be your common bargain-bin action-comedy movie. Director Patrick Hughes and screenwriters Tom O’Connor, Phillip Murphy and Brandon Murphy’s drawback is that the stability of jokes and stakes is wildly off-kilter, so we don’t care a lot about anyone.
The characters are so wacky you don’t consider them as killers or strategists and even simply bystanders who’re in the suitable place on the proper time. You merely don’t purchase something about them. Ever. Just wait till Morgan Freeman exhibits up on-screen in a job up to now beneath him, you’d suppose he was getting career advice from Robert De Niro.