George O’Mahony’s review published on Letterboxd:
The colour yellow’s Black Panther. Disappointed Jeremy Irons didn’t sing “Bee Prepared”.
If those two jokes make you depressed, watch The Beekeeper, have fun, and you’ll probably be healed. I was expecting dogsh*t, but what I got was batsh*t, “as in”, batsh*t CRAZY. What on earth is this movie? How’d it get made?
I actually enjoyed this a lot. There was a lot of things to have fun with despite there bee-ing some glaring issues such as the dialogue but it’s a film that refuses to take itself seriously apart from the impressive fight sequences that it boasts (these fight sequences would make The Killer gulp). This refusal towards formality is completely excusable because firstly, with a plot like The Beekeeper’s, no masterpiece will be made; secondly, I think more good things came out of this film being a silly little time than if it tried to be any reflective, deep, social commentary. For example, there’s a childishness to Jason Statham’s performance in this; you could’ve gotten 1990 Macaulay Culkin to read Statham’s lines and I would’ve enjoyed the character of Adam Clay just as much.
To conclude, this film had more WTF moments than Poor Things and Saltburn combined while its quality as an actual film lies between the two aforementioned films.