Genre: Action
Directed: Dennis Gansel
Stars: Jason Statham, Jessica Alba, Sam Hazeldine, Michelle Yeoh, Tommy Lee Jones, John Cenatiempo, Tony Eddington, Femi Elufowoju Jr., Anteo Quintavalle, Yayaying Rhatha Phongam
Production: Millennium Films
Mechanic: Resurrection doesn't need to exist in any way shape or form. Let's get that off the bat right away. In fact, The Mechanic (2011) didn't need to exist, yet like washed up ambergris or a second season of Reaper (2007-2009), it just showed up one day. Now we have another one only this time instead of a grizzled revenge story, this second helping of the sordid life of Arthur Bishop (Statham) involves a soapy romance and a brother against brother story so recycled it might as well be compost.
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Now let's face it, a movie like this shouldn't exactly be plot-heavy. What anyone can reasonably expect is some close-quarters brawling, kinetic gun-play, massive explosions and kick-butt one-liners all to the tune to a soundtrack of pure bluster. Plus, given the amount of supervillain flunkys dying horrifically and shooting for s**t, it's pretty much a given the script for this film was in a producer's back-drawer somewhere marked "Arnold Schwarzenegger Vehicles".
Yet Mechanic: Resurrection tries to be so much smarter than it really is. The intricate planning of each of the protagonists marks demands audience attention, painstakingly creating a collage of premeditation. Yet with each passing moment, it becomes clear that Bishop's meticulousness is less a character detail than a plot device; an excuse to be showy for showy's sake. It's like the film is trying to be A Colt is My Passport (1967) but doesn't have the benefit of having anything interesting to say so it just regurgitates something resembling a low-rent Mission: Impossible (1996-2015).
Mechanic: Resurrection writes a check it simply can't cash, providing a-typical action sequences that include a gondola top brawl, a Devil's Island-type prison break and an amphibious assault of a luxury yacht...twice. The shoddiness of the film shows itself most plainly with each successive explosion which look like they were made by Final Cut Pro students for a senior editing project. The supposed showstopper is Jason Statham grappling against the bottom of a penthouse pool, yet while he was dangling there with superhuman swagger one can't help but think, there's got to be a simpler way to do this and for god-sake light the green screen better!
Also this movie has 0% Lisa Kudrow |
Final Grade: F
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