Wrath of Man review – Guy Ritchie and Jason Statham reunite in punchy thriller
The making of Jason Statham, from wheeler-dealer to swimmer to model to actor to movie star, is owed in rather overwhelmingly large part to writer-director Guy Ritchie, who plucked him out of a French Connection campaign and into his first two films. Magnetic turns in Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels, and Snatch paved the way for an unlikely yet robust career as a throwback action antihero, punching, shooting, and wisecracking his way from DTV fare up to blockbusting franchises. At the same time, Ritchie had made a similar leap, away from the laddish gangster capers that made him and instead, taking charge of studio tentpoles like The Man from Uncle, King Arthur, and Sherlock Holmes, two boys have done good, at least when it came to their bank balances.
But the simultaneously steep ascents came at a price. Statham’s shtick, often brilliantly subverted for comic effect (see: Spy), was also wearing thin when broadened out (see: The Meg), while Ritchie’s initial vigor had dulled with each project bigger than the last, with the anyone-could-have-directed-this anonymity of Aladdin feeling like a tipping point. His follow-up, 2020’s uneven comedy The Gentlemen, was an attempt to revisit former glories yet with a slicker skillset, and there’s a similar marriage of grit and gloss with his latest, bullish action thriller Wrath of Man, reuniting him with the State, an actor in need of more distinctive and distinguished direction.
It’s, therefore, an apt time for them to be working together again and, while a bit threadbare, the film acts as a jolting return to form for them both, a propulsive exploitation pic that should also continue a winning streak of crowd-alluring B-movies that have helped US cinemas crawl back to normality in the last month. The giddy thrills of Godzilla vs Kong and the silly schlock of Mortal Kombat have both hit big, proving that audiences will return en masse if there’s a visceral reason for them to do so. There should be a similar roar of approval meeting Wrath of Man, a refreshing reminder of what a real movie looks like after over a year of flatly produced streaming guff, especially noticeable within the action genre.
It’s a remake of the 2004 French film Cash Truck, telling a simple story in an often overly convoluted way as if Tarantino was tasked with structuring a Liam Neeson thriller. A mysterious new employee, known as H (Statham) starts working for an armed vehicle company, transporting money and goods from one place to the other, a job that he’s quickly told makes him less predator and more prey. But after H disrupts an attempted robbery, killing all those who dared in the process, it becomes clear that he’s not just some hired hand. H has a mission, an avenging angel whose son was murdered by a gunman whose name he’s still searching for, a bloody, single-minded quest that’s about to bring hell to the streets of Los Angeles.
Despite its biblical title, two-hour length, unconventional timeline, and laughably high-minded chapter break, Wrath of Man is far more pedestrian than Ritchie seems to think it is, akin to most other January action movies released post-Taken (it was originally scheduled for that very month), a sturdy, violent and formulaic piece of pulp that works at the moment but fades soon after. It’s a fairly straightforward story of revenge, of a father striking back against those who harmed his family, a tale as old as time, albeit told with more effectiveness than usual. There’s a confident swagger to it, but also a refreshing lack of smugness, Ritchie choosing to mostly avoid knowing comic touches and focus on the unfurling, furious horror of it all, amped up by Christopher Benstead’s dark, dominant score and Jimmy Boyle’s unsettling sound design.
A reined-in Statham does what he does with brisk efficiency and an adept physicality, but one wonders what an actor with more depth might have brought to the role of grieving father, whether the flashes of pain would have cut a little deeper had they been delivered with more than just a scowl. He’s mercifully allowed to play a Brit but Ritchie has surrounded him with so many of his fellow countrymen using ungainly American accents that some of the more dialogue-heavy scenes have a strange otherworldly nature. It reminded me of that line in The Thing when Kurt Russell ponders what would happen if a human was left alone with just imitators, the feeling the native actors must have had during parts of production. It’s unnecessarily jarring yet all of them without fail prove more believable than a hammy Scott Eastwood as one of the bad guys, stumbling into the film with all the subtlety of someone arriving late from the set of a daytime soap.
It’s never exactly dull, but it is a tad too long with arguably a flashback too many for a film this simple (this is not the labyrinthine thriller it so wants to be), revealing too much while also giving us an ending that misses an important logistical beat, stretching incredulity just a little too much. But Ritchie mostly moves his mixed bag of pieces around the board with flair, showcasing his well-rehearsed knack for gnarly violence and chaos, giving us a sinewy B-movie that warrants a watch on a screen bigger than the one in our homes, another welcome shot of adrenaline for us and the industry. I’m craving my next dose already.
- Wrath of Man is out in the US on 7 May and in the UK on 10 December on Amazon Prime Video.
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