Published on June 21st, 2019
With the untimely death of his beloved wife still bitter in his mouth, John Wick, the expert former assassin, receives one final gift from her–a precious keepsake to help John find a new meaning in life now that she is gone.
But when the arrogant Russian mob prince, Iosef Tarasov, and his men pay Wick a rather unwelcome visit to rob him of his prized 1969 Mustang and his wife’s present, the legendary hitman will be forced to unearth his meticulously concealed identity.
Blind with revenge, John will immediately unleash a carefully orchestrated maelstrom of destruction against the sophisticated kingpin, Viggo Tarasov, and his family, who are fully aware of his lethal capacity. Now, only blood can quench the boogeyman’s thirst for retribution.
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Movie Reviews: “John Wick“
Movie Review: THE TIMES
Just when you have all but given up hope for Keanu Reeves, when it looks as if he will sink slowly into B-movie oblivion and creaky martial arts films, there comes the hyper-stylised revenge movie John Wick. And you remember what you loved about him in the first place.
John Wick, the eponymous antihero of this enjoyably trashy and lurid bloodbath, could have been precision-tooled for Reeves’s skillset. He’s a striking physical presence — lean and mean in a neatly tailored black suit, with great hair and high cheekbones, which look particularly arresting when splattered with the blood of Russian gangsters.
Movie Review: The Guardian
John Wick is here to prove once again that an adorable little dog in a thriller has a life expectancy similar to a red shirt in Star Trek: the stench of impending cruelty and victimhood rises from the poor little thing in waves. Keanu Reeves plays a retired hit-man called John Wick, a widower with a lovable dog and a 1969 Mustang – ownership of a classic muscle car naturally denoting old-school integrity and self-reliance. (Professional acquaintances jauntily address him as Jonathan. Wait, shouldn’t he be called “Jon Wick”?)
When Russian mobsters who once employed Wick give him violent disrespect, our guy has no choice but to hand out some serious payback, pausing occasionally for sentimental viewings of a video of his late wife on his smartphone. The battery life on that thing is amazing. There are one or two servicable action sequences here: particularly when Wick has a pop at one victim taking his ease in a nightclub hot-tub.
But Reeves’s semi-deliberate zonked deadpan style only really works in juxtaposition with funny dialogue – and this is a pretty humourless and violent film, which grinds on and on with more and more gleaming black SUVs getting trashed. Michael Nyqvist (from The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo) plays the grizzled Russian gangster who, despite everything, has alpha-male regard for Keanu.
Movie Review: The Atlantic
I saw John Wick late on the night it came out, October 24, in a halfway-full Brooklyn theater. I’d call myself a committed Keanu Reeves fan, but I had only heard of this movie days before, when posters for it started popping up on the subway. So all I really knew was that this was a hard-boiled action movie starring Keanu. Sign me up.
The film starts slowly and cleanly—Keanu is in mourning for a departed wife, who left him a dog to remember her by. A Russian mob boss’s upstart son beats him up, steals his car, and kills the dog. As The Atlantic’s Sophie Gilbert essayed last week, this amounts to the death of Wick’s hopefulness, and unleashes his retired persona as terrifying mob enforcer. Alfie Allen must die, to be sure. And so must everyone trying to protect him.