‘Hitman: Agent 47’ DOA at your local cineplex
Go see ‘American Ultra’ instead of this senseless crap.
If you see one movie about governmentally modifified assassins this weekend, don’t make it “Hitman: Agent 47.” “American Ultra” is the far superior take on the unknowing super spy, because it takes itself far less seriously, and can actually poke fun at the genre. “Hitman: Agent 47” was just never going to be able to keep up, especially with its overly serious take on the genre. It’s so coldblooded, it’s practically reptilian.
Directed by newcomer Aleksander Bach, with a screenplay by Skip Woods and Michael Finch, the story seems overly complicated but is actually quite simple: Someone’s trying to make more of the genetically enhanced “agents,” and in order to succeed, they need to fifind the originator of the project, Litvenko (Ciarán Hinds), who has dropped offff the face of the earth. In pursuit are Agent 47 (Rupert Friend), a contract killer so focused on
sequences of strong violence, and some language.
Friend, Zachary Quinto, Hannah Ware, Ciarán Hinds. Directed by Aleksander Bach
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1 hour, 36
There’s a half-baked attempt to answer some existential questions about the nature of humanity when you’re a murderous robot person, but the sentimentalit y doesn’t mesh with the fifilm’s desire for cathartic, cinematic violence. Unfortunately, the action that we do get is chaotic and incomprehensible, largely bloodless, and without any sense of tension.
Agent 47’s motivations aren’t clear because he’s barely a human, despite Katia’s protestations otherwise.