Diabolical Danger

Covering some new and old ground in the longest feature of the franchise (coming in at a whopping two hours and forty-nine minutes), John Wick: Chapter 4, directed by Chad Stahelski (who has helmed each of the four films), starts us off pretty much right after the previous picture. Flipping the script a bit from the last one, Wick (Keanu Reeves), now healed (boy, does he do that quickly – though it’s supposed to be a couple months later), must deal with the claustrophobic landscape that has enveloped him due to his unsatiated revenge-filled drive. Walking the perilous path of dealing with hitmen, as well as friends and enemies (who can often switch allegiances on a dime), the memorable faces of the underground web weaver – the Bowery King (Laurence Fishburne), New York powerhouse – Winston (Ian McShane), his trusty concierge – Charon (Lance Reddick, who sadly passed away on March 17th), and the head of the table – Elder (George Georgiou), will all make appearances again... though perhaps not in the ways we might expect.

Trying to find a playful voice somewhere between a Guy Ritchie gangster flick and Quentin Tarantino (primarily Kill Bill and Pulp Fiction), Bullet Train (2022), written by Zak Olkewicz (based upon Kōtarō Isaka’s novel “Maria Beetle”) and directed by David Leitch (Atomic Blonde; Deadpool 2), does miss from time to time, but it still packs quite the walloping punch. Getting the most out of its fantastic setting, Bullet Train is set on, you guessed it, a bullet train. A journey from Tokyo to the end of the line in Kyoto, there is no better location for a comedic tinged action thriller than on a stunning yet inescapable mode of transportation. Providing a claustrophobic, ultra dangerous environment for our protagonist, Ladybug (Brad Pitt), he is a last minute replacement for infamous hitman Carver – a surprising blink and you’ll miss it cameo I won’t spoil.

Lawyer by day, vigilante martial artist by night. . . I know, maybe not the most expected combination, but when the courts stop working, sometimes you’ve got to take matters into your own hands. This is the general premise for 1986's Righting Wrongs (it is also known as Above the Law in some circles), directed by Corey Yuen. Hsia Ling-Cheng (Biao Yuen) is a by the books prosecutor who is about to have a rough couple of weeks. First, he is on hand to see his beloved mentor and former law school professor gunned down in New Zealand by relentless thugs attempting to keep a certain lawlessness on the streets (quite the opening scene); then, the key witness in his case, along with seven other family members, are assassinated and incinerated by a group of thugs who believe they are above the law.

There is no denying that I went into 2022's Uncharted, directed by Ruben Fleischer, with rather low expectations... let’s face it, there isn’t a great track record for film adaptations of video games, but somehow this one felt surprisingly enjoyable. Clearly in the vein of many a classic adventure film – think the Indiana Jones franchise, The Mummy (but not the 1930s or Tom Cruise iterations), the original Pirates of the Caribbean, Treasure Island and National Treasure, there is no chance that this will ever reach those sky-high heights, but it does entertainingly fill the gap while we wait for next great adventure flick.

Like a big old slice of Americana, Top Gun: Maverick throttles us back onto the ‘highway to the danger zone’ a whopping thirty six years after the original was released in 1986. Helmed by Joseph Kosinski (Oblivion), it harkens to a time when men were men, box office success screamed for pro-American storylines (for example, Rocky IV – which was released just a year earlier in 1985), and Tom Cruise was a bankable movie star (I guess some things haven’t changed). Oozing a most unique brand of joyous buoyancy, this sequel will likely find you grinning from ear to ear through large portions of the action seen onscreen. Following the titular Maverick (Cruise), not much has changed for the talented pilot. Never having progressed past the ranking of Capt., his call sign is aptly given... as his maverick ways have always hindered him from moving up the ranks.

What do you get when you hand The Suicide Squad reins over (with carte blanche, I might add) to James Gunn.? .? .? an R rated, Guardians of the Galaxy-like extravaganza that dusts curse-laden comedy over the somber DC verse, throwing pails of blood (and even a few blink and you’ll miss it pieces of male and female anatomy) at the screen to wash away its predecessor’s flat formula. Going ‘out-there’, and that’s saying something for this type of feature, Gunn’s gonzo, go-for-broke style finds intelligence spook Amanda Waller (Viola Davis) sending two teams, or should I say squads, of suiciders onto the island of Corto Maltese – a country that has just seen a coup take out their leader, replaced by a non-American ally. Wave one finds Colonel Rick Flag (Joel Kinnaman); daddy’s lil monster Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie); Captain Boomerang (Jai Courtney); long haired Savant (Michael Rooker); piecemeal T.D.K. (Nathan Fillion); Blackguard (Pete Davidson); a javelin carrying guy who is aptly named Javelin (Flula Borg); and, without further ado, a human-flesh loving walking Weasel (Sean Gunn – he also makes a cameo as prisoner Calendar Man).