In fact, The Hitman’s Bodyguard burrows down into the bog of its hard-R rating within moments of the opening title screen. It is, without question, an integral part of this movie. The problem, of course, is the above-mentioned obscene nastiness. Jackson layer on their patented likeable-guy charm in big dollops. And on top of that, actors Ryan Reynolds and Samuel L. Surprisingly, both main characters recognize the rewards and healing power of finding someone to love in our tumultuous, angry, violent world. As such, the movie’s “I only slaughter those who deserve it” ethos appeals to viewers’ baser instincts, to their desire for revenge and bloody justice. For, in a way, both of these characters hold to a rationalized rectitude for their killing. The plot here is dramatically shaped such that viewers are invited to kinda sorta like the diametrically opposed death dealers at the story’s core. ( Atomic Blonde is another recent example.) (Think Deadpool, only with hired assassins, Russian thugs and nobody in spandex.) And it’s becoming a moviemaking trend that we’re seeing more and more of these days. The Hitman’s Bodyguard is a new kind of modern hybrid actioner: the sort that strenuously stirs witty characters into precisely choreographed mayhem while trumpeting the foulest of f-bomb riddled dialogue. Sonia stabs two different guys in the armpit and the jugular with the jagged neck of a broken bottle. These women also batter baddies with kicks and punches. Both persevere and come out victorious, but not before they’ve been severely beaten themselves.
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Sonia and Amelia are involved in fighting, too, though they square off against much larger men. And after being shot in the leg, a man probes around in the wound and pulls out the bullet with forceps. Someone gets tortured by painful-looking electric shocks. A long-distance sniper unleashes graphic, fatal headshots upon unsuspecting victims.Ī man gets kicked off a rooftop, and the camera watches as he plunges down and slams fatally into a car’s roof below.
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Blood splashes windows and walls and gushes out of open wounds. Those scenes feature choreographed, almost dance-like detail of the swing-duck-bash-shoot-snap death-dealing. People run and leap, breaking bones and shooting others (in the head, throat and chest) as they go. We witness gun fights galore, involving both small- and large-caliber weapons. Explosions abound, the biggest eruption cratering half a building.
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Speeding vehicles catapult, crash, flip and smash through scenery. This is a film of action, destruction and death. Then again, no one ever promised Michael that being a bodyguard would be the most fulfilling career … even if it is easily among the most dangerous. So, not only is every aspect of Michael’s life going down the drain, now he’s been recruited to rescue a man who barely failed at killing him, by a former lover who callously rejected him. Oh, and that killer’s name? None other than the mercilessly murderous Darius Kincaid, a maniac who’s already tried to kill Michael 27, no, 28 times in the past. And now she can only trust Michael to help finish the transport. But while Amelia’s group was transporting the assassin, it became clear that there was a mole somewhere in her agency: Her whole team is dead. It seems Interpol made a deal with an incarcerated killer to testify against a genocidal Russian despot named Vladislav Dukhovich.
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If Michael had the fortitude and dexterity at this moment to punch himself in the face ’til unconscious, he would do so. If that isn’t a rosy enough picture, he just got a call from Amelia-that beautiful Interpol agent who used to share his bed before she bailed on him and ground his heart to tartar-and she needs a favor. Oh, and he drives a beat up Ford Focus that smells like, well, the wrong end of the drug mule who blew up in his back seat. And he’s stuck protecting coked-up, fourth-tier businessmen and money-laundering bankers. Now he’s a laughing stock in the security community.
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In fact, his whole life crashed and burned. And, in a blink, Michael’s triple-A career spiraled down in a smoking heap. In spite of those precautions and a support squad of dozens of men and vehicles, that wealthy employer was shot just before his plane left the ground. He had plotted out every conceivable detail as a heavily armed security escort for a top Japanese official: every step, every turn, every stop, every angle. That’s what made his first big failure a few years back so devastating. He is, in fact, incredibly skilled at his personal security services job and everything it entails. He’s efficient, dedicated and detail oriented. Michael Bryce is a by-the-book kind of guy.