Killer Elite

World of confusion

A man is tied to a chair. He’s being brutally interrogated. But he’s a man who takes shit from no one. And so—you have to see this—he rises up against his tormenters and in a martial-artsy fury takes them out. And then—you really have to see this—he goes crashing through a plate glass window, still tied to the chair, and plummets a good long way down to…

Yes, this is a Jason Statham movie. Which is not a bad thing. Statham, unusually among action stars, has a warm, contemplative charm. And as an actual athlete, his furious doings are an inspiration to legions of doughy moviegoers around the world.

No, the regrettable thing about this picture is most of the rest of it, which is undone by a lack of narrative clarity and thus momentum. Statham plays Danny, a retired mercenary living in bucolic tranquility in the Australian outback, tended by his girlfriend (the uncommonly fetching Yvonne Strahovski). One day Danny receives a message from Oman, with plane tickets attached. It seems that a fellow mercenary named Hunter (Robert De Niro)—Danny’s mentor in international mayhem—is being held prisoner, and will be killed unless Danny uses those plane tickets.

Danny flies to Oman, and after a bit of preliminary ass-kicking is told by Hunter’s captor, a dying sheikh (Rodney Afif), that in order to save his old friend’s life, he must track down and terminate four commandos of Britain’s Special Air Service (SAS) who once killed several of the sheikh’s sons. Danny reluctantly accepts the assignment, and decamps for Paris to recruit some seasoned help (happily including the ebullient Dominic Purcell).

Meanwhile, in London, a shadowy group of ex-SAS geezers called the Feather Men is alarmed by the news of Danny’s mission. They fear it will draw press attention to the nasty things they did in Oman years back. “I’ve got no problem with blood,” one of them says. “It’s ink I’m worried about.” Danny must therefore be neutralized, and who better to do it than another former SAS havoc-wreaker named Spike (the definitively un-Spike-like Clive Owen), who departs on his own mission forthwith.

It’s a credit to director Gary McKendry that he hasn’t over-stuffed the movie with action clichés. There’s a bit of fishtailing automotive uproar, a few explosions, some familiar roof-leaping and requisite machine-gunnery, and the usual complement of hand-to-hand hostilities. Nothing new, really; and some of it—like a chase sequence involving a swarm of bees—rather implausible. But McKendry’s focus is on the story, of which there’s an awful lot. Lurking around the edges of the confusing plot are a sketchy British agent of some sort (Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje), the sheikh’s surviving no-goodnik son (Firass Dirani), and a tethered falcon whose purpose is never clear. Not to mention the four targeted killers, who are interchangeably unremarkable.

The script, which McKendry co-wrote, is also heavy with unfortunate dialogue. The phrase “He’s your worst nightmare” is uttered not once, but twice. An expired character is said to be as “dead as Elvis.” And at one point De Niro gives forth with “Life’s like lickin’ honey from a thorn.” The man has said sillier things for a paycheck, but it’s still disheartening to hear him say this.

The movie is more ambitious than a run-of-the-mill action flick, but it still feels rote. And the plot keeps unfolding beyond the point where you might wish it to end. (Even the conclusion doesn’t really conclude it.) The film aspires to be more than disposable genre junk, and to some extent it succeeds. But it’s still disposable.   

Kurt Loder is a writer living in New York. His third book, a collection of film reviews called The Good, the Bad and the Godawful, will be out on November 8th from St. Martin’s Press. Follow him on Twitter at kurt_loder.

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  • BakedPenguin||

    Yes, this is a Jason Statham movie. Which is not a bad thing.

    Unless that movie is Transporter 2, in which case it's a very bad thing.

  • PantsFan||

    He will always be "Handsome Rob" to me, even though Bacon was a better role.

  • BakedPenguin||

    Or "Turkish" - I saw Snatch first.

  • PantsFan||

    This is all well and good, but there is a lack of review of Machine Gun Preacher.

  • Tman||

    Also a lack of review for the best movie to come out this year, The Guard with Brendan Gleeson and Don Cheadle.

    If it's still playing in your city go see it. It's fooking brilliant.

  • ||

    Three eminently watchable actors at the service of a ludicrous script - but with lots of violence. I'm in a pickle here!

  • Not an Economist||

    Well, Yvonne Strahovski is rather attractive in a girl-next-door sort of way. Plus, from what I've seen (she is on the NBC show "Chuck"), she is a pretty good actress as well.

  • rts||

    some of it—like a chase sequence involving a swarm of bees—rather implausible

    You don't say.

  • ||

    And then—you really have to see this—he goes crashing through a plate glass window, still tied to the chair, and plummets a good long way down to…


  • ||

    Trailer edit of the year! :)

  • Art-P.O.G.||


  • ||

    Yes somebody one jumped out of a window. The rest is surmised from there.

  • oncogenesis||

    a tethered falcon whose purpose is never clear

    To be fair, Chekhov never said anything about a tethered falcon.

  • ||

    Did I read this wrong or did Loder not mention that this is another remake of another Sam Peckinpah film?

    Why would anyone, ever, be stupid enough to try and remake a Peckinpah film? And why have we now had two in the same year?

  • ||

    Oh, shit, Loder didn't mention it because it isn't a remake. My bad. The two movies are based on two different books.

  • ||

    There's no ninja master in this one, unfortunately.

  • ||

    It's probably fortunate as this one would have probably made that really fucking stupid.

  • ||

    Its not a remake.

  • ||

    So, no relationship to Peckinpah's The Killer Elite then? Pity. I was hoping it would end with a zillion ninjas for no reason.

  • ||

    I need fucking Kurt Loder to review movies for me like I need Weird Al Yankovic to review the Boston Symphony. Kurt, your reviews are lame and unnecessary. Reason: Don't bother with the guy.

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  • PantsFan||

    can we add this comment to the drinking game?

  • ||

    Didn't all the boneheads trash Machine Gun Preacher because the cover features the main protagonist with an assault rifle in one hand and a child being shielded behind his other? Controversy, etc?

  • ||

    I'm personally boycotting Statham movies until Crank 3 gets made. The first two were cinematic masterpieces.

  • Art-P.O.G.||

    And at one point De Niro gives forth with “Life’s like lickin’ honey from a thorn.”

    Am I wrong for liking this line?

  • ||

    And so—you have to see this

    Thanks to the trailer 'o' spoilers, I already have.

    Seriously, there are movies that I might have seen, but passed on after the trailer, because the trailer is solid spoilers.

  • ||

    Yet another Hollywood action flick where the bad guys are British. La-la-land PC reduced to absurdity.

    Actually, fundamentalist Christians are also fair game. If you're going for a global audience, short-list the Israelis as potential villains as well. But no one else: not Pakistanis or Arabs or mainland Chinese or Yemenis or Somalis or the FSB or FARC or the thugs of Chavez, Ahmadinejad, Young Assad et al

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