‘Equalizer 2’ proves Denzel Washington can even make a bad movie watchable
IT’S PURELY unintentional, but the little numeral dangling, like a broken, mangled finger, from the end of the title of “The Equalizer 2” signals more than the fact that this is a sequel to the 2014 action thriller about a violent vigilante. It also lets you know that there are two, and only two, pleasures to be had here.
The first - Denzel Washington in the title role as an ex-military man and former black ops agent who, in his 60s, l ever ages his still-sharp martial-arts skills and strict moral code as an avenging angel for the mistreated -is not in considerable. Even in mediocre material, Washington shines. (Case in point: “Roman J. Israel, Esq.,” for which the actor, but not the film, earned an Oscar nod.)
As Robert McCall, a secretive, bookish widow er who works as a Boston-area Lyft driver while moonlighting as a one-man judge, jury and-if necessary -execution er, Washington is never less than watch able, especially when his stoic, slightly scary demeanor suddenly breaks, cracking open into an incandescents mile or hear ty laugh. It’ s fun to watch an AARP-ready action hero, like Liam Neeson has become.
The second pleasure is more of an acquired taste.
The first film culminated in McCall methodically killing an array of bad guys using tools from t he home -improvement store where he worked, as a cover job, at the time.
Taking place among the store a isles, drenched in an artful, artificial down pour produced by the sprinkler system, the climactic scene tickled a certain pleasure center of the rep tile brain: one that delight sin watching the wicked receive their just deserts.
Similarly, “Equalizer 2” moves inexorably toward a viscerally gratifying crescendo of violent revenge. Once again, it’ s precipitated by an act of brutality against a woman, played here by Melissa Leo, rep rising her role as McCall’s longtime friend and former work colleague at an unnamed intelligence agency. The formula isn’ t complicated or particularly intelligent, but it gets the job done - if you allow it to. Here, the third act takes place as a hurricane is bearing down on a Massachusetts beach side town that has been evacuated by the police. Hey, if it worked once ... A sub plot involves McCall’ s mentor ship of an artistic ally talented high school student (Ashton Sanders), whom McCall is trying to keep on the straight and narrow. That our hero - part surrogate father, part bodyguard -introduces his young pro te ge to such books as Ta-Ne hi si Coates’s “Between the World and Me ,” while lecturing him about empowerment a nd p ersonal responsibility, lends what might otherwise be a “Death Wish” or “Punisher” knockoff a patina of enlightenment.
It is, needless to say, thin gruel. N ot to m ention en tirely beside the point.
McCall, for all his high-minded talk, s eems to t ake a l ittle to o much s ick gl ee in th e al l th e bloodletting he engages in. When he announces to his intended victims that he’s “going to kill each and everyone of you ,” his motivation sounds as much like sadism as social consciousness. “The only disappointment ,” McCall tells them, “is that I only get to do it once.”
For our part, that disappointment is short-lived. All we have to do is wait for “The Equalizer 3.”
• Two stars. Rated R. Contains brutal violence throughout, crude language and some drug use. 125 minutes.
Ratings Guide: Four stars masterpiece, three stars very good, two stars OK, one star poor, no stars waste of time