Jason Statham is a man bent on revenge in a Los Angeles full of dubious accents, face-obscuring beards and excessive plot cleverness in Wrath of Man, a movie I saw in an actual theater.
Patrick Hill (Statham) is a new hire at an armored car company in Los Angeles where everybody gets a “fun” nickname like Bullet (Holt McCallany) and where guys like Terry (Eddie Marsan), the manager (and a Guy Ritchie regular) seem to be really reaching for that not-British accent, like yikes just let him have a British accent. Like a reality show contestant, Hill, whose fun nickname is “H,” is not at this armored car company to make friends and he quickly angers several of the other security guys, though lady security truck person Dana (Niamh Algar) likes him just fine. In H’s defense, all of the guys seem to dislike him primarily for the purpose of trading Guy Ritchie insults with him. But, after an attempted robbery of an armored truck ends with H taking out all of the assailants singlehandedly and saving Bullet, he does earn the respect and admiration of the men. Some, of course, are suspicious how a guy who was such a mediocre shot in his training could suddenly hit everything he aims at. Other random corporate dudes are not just suspicious but certain that “it’s him” — who “him” is and what his true aims are being unfolded in a series of flashbacks and flashforwards and flashbacks again as we see the incident that sets off the plot from multiple angles.
When you get to the end of this nearly two-hour movie, you find that there are a lot of little plot detours or character bits that are either completely unnecessary or could have been consolidated so that fewer bearded dudes cluttered the action. That and the many jumps to “three months ago” or whatever to see different elements of everybody involved in a crime and its planning and aftermath give the movie a kind of “too much, not enough” feel — too much story stuff, not enough attention to some of the main story threads. The movie drags and I felt like I did a lot of time-checking, with a lot of “gah, it’s only been five minutes? How?” reactions to the at times sluggish pacing.
If you’re not going to have Jason Statham playfully sparring with Dwayne Johnson in their Fast & Furious offshoot (or being an entertaining blowhard in Spy), this is a good speed of Statham. I just wish the movie had been as streamlined as his “single-minded man on a mission” character. C+
Rated R for strong violence throughout, pervasive language and some sexual references, according to the MPA on filmratings.com. Directed by Guy Ritchie with a screenplay by Guy Ritchie & Marn Davies & Ian Atkinson (based on the French film Cash Truck), Wrath of Man is an hour and 58 minutes long and distributed by United Artists Releasing. For now at least, this movie is only in theaters.
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