Hawke's Bay Today

Bee-grade buzz

Not even the puns raise The Beekeeper beyond bonkers, writes Jake Coyle.

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SECRET AGENTS and murderous assassins seem to lurk in increasing­ly mundane places. Remember The Accountant with Ben Affleck? Or The Tax Collector with Shia LaBeouf? Or how about The Bricklayer with Adam Eckhardt? You probably don't — none of these films were exactly Oscar winners. But there's probably a notary public somewhere wondering when he's going to get his Liam Neeson treatment.

The Beekeeper, the new Jason Statham revenge thriller, might have them all beaten — or at least bee-ten. The film, directed by David Ayer (The Tax Collector) has found probably the widest disparity yet between innocuous occupation and savage killer. As bodies accrue, so do the double takes from those confused by the source of all the mayhem. Again and again they utter in disbelief: “A beekeeper?”

Believe it, honey. The Beekeeper carries that ludicrous premise as far as it can, and then well beyond. If you've been searching for a movie where Jason Statham gravely vows to “protect the hive” an implausibl­e number of times, you have found it.

The bee metaphors — there is even, rather impressive­ly, a “To bee or not to bee” reference — come fast and furious in The Beekeeper , a movie that flirts with a so-bad-it's-good vibe but is too serious to quite pull it off. It can be divertingl­y bonkers, but ends up a rather grim and slipshod

John Wick ripoff.

The film, scripted by Kurt Wimmer, begins the action with one of the more absurd inciting incidents in recent memory. Statham is a humble beekeeper for Eloise Parker (Phylicia Rashad) on a New England farm. She soon falls victim to a phishing scam that robs her of all her money, including the $2 million charity fund she manages. Eloise calls a number that pops up on her screen and is talked into sharing her passwords by a smarmy scammer (David Witts) who's simultaneo­usly using the call as a lesson to a room full of hackers who cheer him on like the predatory stockbroke­rs of The Wolf of Wall Street.

Eloise doesn't press CTRL-ALTDELETE or even call the fraud department of her bank. She kills herself. And guess who's mad? The beekeeper.

Eloise's daughter, Verona (a good Emmy Raver-Lampman), is an FBI agent who throws herself into the case. But meanwhile Statham's beekeeper, after a well-placed call, gets the location of the call centre. He turns up with a few tanks of gasoline and some terse words about, you know, the hive, and burns down the place, killing a few people along the way.

That brings the attention of higherups. Only the guy in charge is a 28-year-old twerp named Derek Danforth (Josh Hutcherson, enjoying himself) who brashly underestim­ates his new enemy at every step of the way. His entitlemen­t is owed to his rather good connection­s. He's protected by the former head of the CIA, Wallace Westwyld (Jeremy Irons) and happens to be the son of the US president.

Fingers get cut off and bodies accumulate as our man — his name turns out to be Adam Clay — tears through the criminal apparatus with ruthless blunt force. Statham, who has both the look and personalit­y of a bullet, dispatches anyone in his path with the kind efficiency I dream of bringing to opening a pickle jar. A few twists of the wrist and he's done.

Clay, brace yourselves, isn't just an actual beekeeper. He's a retired Beekeeper, an elite, clandestin­e secret service that operates well off the government books and that adopts a surprising amount of its mission statements from the natural way of bees. They have a whole secret order and stuff, bringing The Beekeeper into a less-fun territory.

Yes, this silly beekeeper thriller goes all the way to the top. As the movie's renegade protagonis­t makes his way closer and closer to the White House, The Beekeeper begins to feel like an uncomforta­ble B-movie crosspolli­nation of today's conspiracy theory-marred political landscape, with a violent, selfappoin­ted guardian of America slashing his way toward the president.

Disquietin­g thoughts, maybe, for a beekeeper movie. Ayer's movie is mostly just having some cynical world-building fun, even if its hero feels like a part more suited to Mr Bean. Besides, while John Wick was first propelled into action by the death of his dog, Clay doesn't bat an eye when his honeycombs get blown to smithereen­s. He doesn't even really care about bees.

 ?? Photo / AP ?? Jason Statham in a scene from The
Beekeeper.
Photo / AP Jason Statham in a scene from The Beekeeper.

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