THE HITMAN’S BODYGUARD

This was the summer of discontent in filmic mediocrity; “The Beguiled”,”A Ghost Story”, “Landline”, a few fabulous flops, earning top grades for ennui, enervation and exhaustion. The anemic, paltry product led me to visit Patrick Hughes’s “The Hitman’s Bodyguard”, expecting explosive vapidity I was gleefully surprised to find myself laughing out loud, enjoying predictability, but primarily the comedic charms of Ryan Reynolds and Samuel L. Jackson; their scintillating grasp of writer Tom O’Connor’s hilarious dialogue, repartee, never deviating from their characterizations of an iconic vigilante, “Darius Kincaid” (Jackson) and his foe, topnotch bodyguard “Michael Bryce” (Reynolds); their escapades, revolving around Kincaid’s safe passage from jail to courtroom (testifying to the heinous crimes of a Russian dictator, appropriately fiendish, Gary Oldman) are infused with 21st century digital chase scenes, bombastic conflagrations, gargantuan slaughters; their pairing, blossomed into Gladiators of Entertainment.

THREE STARS!!!

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