By Stephanie Zacharek
By Alan Scherstuhl
By Alan Scherstuhl
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Wholly unrelated to the 1975 Sam Peckinpah film of the same name, Killer Elite is distinguished by one no-mercy, eye-gouging, testicle-punching brawl, and one whoppingly indifferent screenplay. After a collateral-damage close call awakens his consciencethe first of many perfunctorily recycled bits to comehitman Danny Bryce (Jason Statham) retires only to be drawn back into business when his ex-partner (Robert De Niro) is kidnapped by a sheikh. To ransom his friend, Danny has to kill members of the British SAS Special Forces who offed the sheikhs sons during the Dhofar Rebellion. As Danny tallies his kills, hes tailed by SAS vet Spike (Clive Owen); both are duty-bound warriors, well-matched to pummel each another in crisp and brutal dustups that make good use of Stathams human-bowling-ball physicality. Rather than these mencode-following samuraithe villains of Killer Elite are the corrupt boardroom shot-callers who pit them against one another, suits who say things like, We dont want blood on our pinstripes. Or is the real villain screenwriter Matt Sherring, also responsible for Killing is easyliving with its the hard part, and Shit happens when you play in the deep end of the pool?
I rarely go into a movie with an expectation, so rarely am I disappointed, but this time, I really expected more out of Statham, Owen, and DeNiro. Check my full review: http://bit.ly/pH6kAl
Why are Clive Owen and Robert De Niro in this dreck? Owen looks like a pimp or a porn actor with that horrid moustache. And De Niro hardly needs the money. I wish he would stop destroying his icon status with crappy movies.
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