Once again, Reynolds’ exasperated “executive protection agent” Michael Bryce tries to get his career and life back on track. A sequel was not, as they say, inevitable.Īnd yet here we are, slowly shuffling back into theaters after months and months of pining for something, anything, to see on a big screen again, and we’re greeted by another chapter of what now seems to be a franchise. didn’t even crack the top 40 highest grossing films of the year. Though their team-up earned over $176 million worldwide, this poor man’s 48 Hrs. It was, however, proof that you can pair two charismatic, highly bankable movie stars - both of whom have done top-notch work as one half of other duos - and see them generate exactly zero chemistry together. It’s less an actual action movie than a rough sketch or crude cave painting of one. As a bonus, you got a breakneck chase scene in a canal in Amsterdam and Gary Oldman sporting an over-the-top accent. The two end up bickering a lot and saving each other’s lives, things get blowed up real good, Jackson says “motherfucker” a lot, yadda yadda yadda. Jackson is a hitman who’s supposed to testify at the Hague in a war-crimes trial. We wouldn’t blame you if the details regarding this pulpy 2017 buddy comedy had faded from your memory banks like so much post-headshot pink mist.
Maybe you remember The Hitman’s Bodyguard.
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