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Well,
without going too far into spoiler territory, it seems that John
Wick: Chapter 2 has decided to
brave the third act set-piece in a fun-house of mirrors and in a way,
it makes perfect sense that it would. This new film follows on five
days from the end of its predecessor because five days is all it
takes for John Wick to recover from his near fatal wounds. I think
the bullshit healthcare system in America must have had some sort of
Darwinian effect in which its surviving citizens have developed
almost Wolverine levels of healing powers. If you remember rightly
then in the first film he was a retired hit-man who had his dog
murdered and car stolen. Reasonably, his response was to empty a gun
into the face of every single person that was even remotely involved
in either the crime or in preventing him from reaching the culprits.
By the end of that film I think we can safely assume that he'd fired
so many shots that the children of every ammunitions maker in America
would now be going to private school and receiving endangered animals
to shoot for Christmas. Sadly for the remaining minions of the
criminal underworld, Wick's car was still missing. This sequel begins
with him deciding to get it back by implementing his previous
strategy of killing so many people that he'd become the card to have
when playing Genocide Top-Trumps.
The
reason that it makes sense that this film would end up with the
mirror-room smack-down is because in many ways John Wick:
Chapter 2 is the perfect blend
between both a kung-fu and a Bond movie. I suppose the kung-fu bit is
obvious in the sense that it involves Wick killing people by spinning
round them like a fucking pole dancer before kicking them in the head
and then unloading a shotgun into their balls. However the Bond
comparisons seemed to ramp up and up as the film went on. Firstly, I
suppose one of the main joys of the film is in the exploration of the
world that it's built. The first time we see Ian McShane in this
movie, he's inspecting one of the hit-men coins that this society of
contract killers apparently use to pay each other to do jobs with. As
McShane double checked the quality of the gold in his hand, it was
hard not to think that this might have been a particularly bat-shit
adaptation of the later period of Lovejoy's career.
However in terms of his mission-giving, chastising, and yet vaguely
parental relationship with Wick, McShane is basically the M. to John's Bond. When
John is forced to go back out on his murder-spree, we see him
receiving his weapons and gadgets in a sequence that couldn't have
been more Q-Branch had it featured the line, “Now pay-attention, you
terrifying fucking bastard”.
Not
only that but despite the film opening with Wick kicking seven shades
of shit out of anybody that had even dared to look at his stolen car,
this introduction goes pretty much nowhere. Kind of like the opening
to Goldfinger goes
nowhere in which Sean Connery blows something(?) up after sneaking into the location by balancing a dead seagull on his head. The
Continental is the chain of hotels that seem to appear all around the
world and which are basically the various MI6 bases that are located
in their various mad places in the Bond movies. Oh and at the desk to
McShane's Continental is Lance Reddick who always engages in some
knowing banter whenever John arrives. Essentially Reddick, the man
that's probably most famous for his role in the gritty crime drama
The Wire, is John
Wick's equivalent to Miss
Moneypenny. The villain of this movie is obviously the guy who ends
up putting a hit out on John, however whether he has a Bond-ian
villain-style deformity is yet to be confirmed. At the end of the day,
you'd only know that Scaramanga was a triple-nipple if he took his
shirt off. The villain of this film might not have an obvious
Blofeld-like scar down his face however perhaps he secretly has an
extra-bollock or a haircut-hidden anus in the back of his head? Until I
see that there is no hydra-like multi-cock in his pants then I don't
think it can be ruled out as a possibility.
Without
giving too much away, the ending of this film also seems to echo both
a Bond film and one of Nolan's Dark Knight movies.
I won't name both for fear of delving into spoilers, but it's worth
noting that even Nolan's Batman movies lovingly stole pretty
liberally from Bond. Not that anybody can complain however because
Bond himself has been stealing the dignity of slightly below average
intelligence foreign women for decades. However to suggest that
Kung-Fu and Bond are the only influence on this film would be unfair.
As if an extended Predators-esque
mad-bastard cameo from Laurence Fishburne wasn't blatant enough,
there's obviously a few nods towards The Matrix of
which director Chad Stahelski previously worked as a stunt
co-ordinator. Both this film and The Matrix also
borrowed from the Westerns of Sergio Leone with John Wick:
Chapter 2 even opening with a
fresh punchline to a scene from a Buster Keaton film. As the film
races towards its conclusion and we see quite how extensive this
hit-man world really is, we also start to get echoes of the 1970's
paranoia thrillers such as The Invasion Of The Body
Snatchers. I have no idea how
you get started as a hired assassin, although considering how much of
a fucking growth industry this movie depicts it as, I think I'll be
looking the fuck into it.
However
regardless of the movie's cineliteracy, if the film itself isn't any
good then I guess that all counts for diddly-shit. As a die hard fan
of the first movie, I have to admit that I fucking loved this one too.
Its expansion of the world is equal in scope to how Berendal
broadened the canvas of The
Raid, and as such, it became
another film to make us wonder how brilliant a Dredd sequel
would have been. On top of the fucking insanity of the movie however,
the key thing that makes it what it is is clearly the genius of Keanu
Reaves. Sure, people can slag off his acting, and I'm more than happy
to meet them for a fist fight about that at literally any fucking
time of day they like. Pricks. His ability to do action though is a thing to
behold, with the kindly real-life Buddhist being one of the finest
action stars to work in American films. I heard him saying in an
interview that he wanted to work as hard as he could because his body
was the only thing that could hold back the imagination of the film's
ex-stuntman director. I then heard that director talking about how
the average person will spend a day at a shooting range and get
through about 200-300 rounds whereas when training Reeves was getting
through 1500-2000. Although in honesty, I probably get through that
many rounds when I go to the range due to work too. Unlike Reeves
however, it's not because I love my boss...
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