The Hitman’s Bodyguard
Well, it’s August. These are the doldrums. The summer, as a movie season at least, is effectively over, and the fall hasn’t started yet. Perhaps for that reason, “The Hitman’s Bodyguard” seems just a little better than it really is.
For the record, it’s a pleasing action movie that aspires to be something more, but doesn’t quite achieve its intention. But it really is pleasing and better than routine, and it has a way of topping itself. So if, after about 80 minutes, you think the movie is offering you its big climax, that it’s giving you all it’s got, it’s not. It goes on to catch a second wind and gets bigger and wilder and even more satisfying.
The movie also is a chance to appreciate Samuel L. Jackson in something close to his purest form. Other movies, after all, have other reasons for being. There are roles to be cast and actors to play them. But it’s hard to imagine any reason for this movie’s existing but for the fact that Jackson was willing to be in it. It’s impossible to imagine it even making sense without the menacing joviality that he brings to it — and also his history with the audience, our shared feeling of knowing this actor and of being in on his particular comic wavelength.
“The Hitman’s Bodyguard” pairs Jackson here with Ryan Reynolds, and sprinkled throughout we get moments that suggest an attempt — by Tom O’Connor’s screenplay and Patrick Hughes’ direction — to turn the movie into a buddy action-comedy. But O’Connor and Hughes aren’t quite sure whether they’re making a buddy action-comedy or lampooning the genre, and so their attempt is stuck somewhere in between. This is less a problem than it sounds, though, because, lampoon or not, Jackson and Reynolds are good together.
Reynolds plays Bryce, a former CIA agent specializing in first-class (“Triple-A rated”) protection for corporate clients who feel their lives might be in danger. In an opening scene, we meet him in flashback, giving the deluxe treatment to a Japanese businessman. He and his team escort the gentleman to the tarmac and see that he is safely boarded onto his private jet. And then just as they are all congratulating themselves for a job well done, the businessman is assassinated through the window of the plane.
This is what passes for slapstick in “The Hitman’s Bodyguard” — assassination as punchline. If you don’t think you could possibly consider that funny, this fine cinematic exercise is not for you.
Anyway, two years later, Bryce needs a shave; his love life is nonexistent, and his once top-flight business is a shadow of itself. Then one day he gets a phone call from his estranged ex-girlfriend, an Interpol agent played by French actress Elodie Yung: She needs him to escort a notorious hit man ( Jackson, of course) to the Hague, where he is to testify against a really, really horrible war criminal (Gary Oldman, of course). The only catch is that there are many dozens of heavily armed criminals and corrupt Interpol agents who want to make sure that this testimony never happens.
Does this story have a certain familiar ring? The last time somebody made this movie, it was called “Hot Pursuit,” with Reese Witherspoon and Sofia Vergara — essentially a road trip comedy about a pair of opposites, whose slowly blossoming friendship keeps getting interrupted by violent interludes. That movie collapsed into total discord, but “The Hitman’s Bodyguard” finds a tonal universe in which the violence and the comedy are not in conflict. Then again, perhaps the tone didn’t really have to be arrived at. Perhaps the tone was just a given, something that was automatically built in from the moment Jackson appeared on the set.
Aside from the principals, who are everything they should be, there is Oldman, who is appropriately repellent in a couple of key scenes, and Yung, who makes a nice impression of strength and purpose as the Interpol agent. In a sense, Oldman and Yung play dramatic characters in the midst of a comedy, but the filmmakers weave them into the flow. Meanwhile, Salma Hayek stands out in a comic role as the hit man’s impossibly vulgar, assertive wife.
It’s also worth noting that there are lots of car chases here, and they actually aren’t boring. That qualifies as a rare achievement.