Could be a lot better but it has its charm.
I don’t like in these types of movies when the boss is just as much of a badass as all the hitmen he hires. He just spent 80 minutes doing nothing but telling people what to do and suddenly he’s toe-to-toe with the protagonist in the last 10.
A youth full of vital genius and a maturity marked by complacency, egotism, and hollow braggadocio. i.e. a washed Napoleon got cooked at Waterloo.
The trope is that artists burst onto the scene as geniuses, then lose touch or lose motivation or get stale/repetitive/etc. as their career goes on. Eminem is wacker than ever, I don’t even know what’s happening with Taika Waititi, Jay-Z’s not making music anymore, and so on. A lot of these people find that receiving wealth…
