BULLET TO THE HEAD

Which might have been a viable alternative to director Walter Hill’s tale of cops gone rogue; shenanigans of corrupt, New Orleans officials, subculture of drugs, tattooed miscreants and at its centrifugal core, gun-for hire “Jimmy Bobo” played robotically by Sylvester Stallone; a sexagenarian, frog-voiced, terrifyingly –muscled, (possible tips from Lance Armstrong); gone are the empathetic years of “Rocky Balboa”, we do not have to root for “Jimmy” there is not a chance of him being felled; bullets bounce off his chest, seas part; man and nature shudder in his presence.

After the slaying of “Louis” his partner, Jimmy joins detective “Talyor” ( skilled, but naive performance by Kang Sung) in a competition between the refined technology of the twenty-first century and finely perfected instincts of an archaic era; interesting dialogue between these disparate characters lend a modicum of humor to the arduous script.

Saving “Bullet to the Head” from total worthlessness, fading into benign anonymity was the juicy, disreputable villain; monumental murderer “Keegan” ; played magnificently by Jason Momoa (“Game of Thrones”, “Baywatch”); his scowling, brutally- beautiful countenance, gargantuan presence and height pounce, pulsate from the screen; his depiction frightening and titillating simultaneously; a toxic force in need of sedation.

“Bullet to the Head” (“Bullet” references the whiskey our Titan gulps) grudgingly, earned my respect; the hours and gallons of perspiration that created a physique that would render Michelangelo catatonic; Sylvester Stallone’s persona transcends any role he temporarily inhabits; “Rocky” is history but you have to admire the sustainability, stamina of a man who fights and is victorious in conquering and besting the vicissitudes of the ageing process.

TWO STARS!!

For Now………..Peneflix