When is enough, enough? Die Hard raised the bar on The French Connection. The Matrix raised the bar on Die Hard. What’s left? How many ways can a bad guy kill a good guy? How many ways can a good guy exact revenge? How many car chases/explosions/torture scenes/shootouts do you need to make a movie worth the price of admission? In the end, I think we could all do with a little less sensory overload and a tad more plot. Oddly, this film has too much of both.
Victor (Colin Farrell), who is bent on avenging the murders of his wife and child, has spent years infiltrating a New York crime syndicate. Meanwhile, Beatrice (Noomi Rapace) approaches Victor with evidence of his criminal activity and blackmails and/or seduces (tomato, tom-ah-to) him into helping her with a revenge scenario of her own. Now leave your ADD medication at home because from here on out, everything—including the plot—explodes.
Much like the storyline, I don’t really know where I’m going here. This is a very well-acted and entertaining film. It’s just too much—too much plot, too many twists, too much back story. That being said, better too much than not enough. It’s a 6.