Prepare for war, 3.5 readers.
BQB here with a review of “John Wick 3.”
John Wick was such a breath of fresh air when it came out so many years ago now. I say that facetiously because the air was laden with a smelly, corpse stench but you know what I mean. In a sea of sequels, prequels and reboots, it was something new to latch our hooks into.
And to date, Hollywood hasn’t managed to screw it up…yet. This third installment doesn’t disappoint, though it does promise a fourth. Truth be told, this one was good enough that I look forward to a fourth and I suppose that’s the name of the game. When the movies start to stink, it’s time to call it a day, until the next reboot comes along.
Wick (Keanu Reeves) is on the run following a terrible offense he committed against the all knowing, all seeing high table of hitmen that, at least in this universe, control the actions of all assassins for hire.
The Adjudicator (Asia Kate Dillon of “Orange is the New Black” fame) is on the hunt for vengeance and she puts Wick’s fanboy, Zero (Mark Dacascos) to the task. With martial arts flare, Zero and company track Wick on a worldwide hunt, with Halle Berry, Angelica Houston, Laurence Fishburne, that guy who plays Ser Bronn of the Blackwater on Game of Thrones, and Ian McShane either reprising their old roles or stopping by the first time, depending on who you might be referring to.
It’s a highly artistic, super choreographed blood bath. The body count is high and all done with stylish flare. It’s not something easily described so you’ll just have to watch it.
Overall, this is the best new franchise to come around in a long time, so I hope they keep it up but also manage to end it with the same style as they’ve employed in past films.