by Devina Gunawan
There is something about watching bad movies today. They are entertaining in the bloody hell kind of way.
So the other night I went to see Hitman: Agent 47, not knowing what to expect and what to look forward to. Which, is a very good thing.
When you have no expectation, even a little surprise can do the magic.
I enjoyed it. It surely did not connect in plot line, and it was missing so many elements – heck, why do I even bother – it was bad.
But we were entertained. That is all that matters.
So they started with an insanely meticulous assassin, Agent 47, killing everyone in Syndicate who just figured out where a special girl, Katia Von Dees was hiding. He then went head to head with John Smith, a Syndicate agent who was sent to get Katia, and from then on the movie picked up the pace.
John Smith was a smooth devil. He charmed Katia and won over her trust for a day before Agent 47 captured her and explained to her what was truly going on.
He had to tell Katia that her name was not Katia Von Dees but quatre-vingt-dix, or 90. I thought that was hiladious. Well, apart from the weird number-name, Katia was an updated version of the other agents. She was supposedly, 43 codes better than Agent 47. And just with that information, she transformed into a seemingly trained assassin.
How that happened – don’t ask me.
Rupert Friend did a marvelous job. He could portrait Agent 47 as if he was born for the part. I kept on commenting on how he reminded me so much of Avatar.
I could believe him in his every word, but I could not say the same about 90. Hannah Ware is gorgeous, but she wasn’t that believable. I can say the same thing about Quinto. I love Quinto to death, perhaps more than I do Nimoy. However, it looked like he was trying so hard not to laugh about half the time he was on screen. I don’t know if it’s just how his face is structured, but I sure know he could pull a stoic in Star Trek. So why now, Quinto? Why?
Overall, this movie was pure entertainment. It is not a movie for those who love Inception or Interstellar. It is not a movie for those who adore Nicholas Spark. This is a movie for those who love empty plot and tons of actions and blood.
This gives me the same feeling “Hansel and Gretel: the Witch Hunters” did. The difference is that I loved Hansel and Gretel. With Hitman, I probably won’t try to watch it ever again. Just because Quinto was painful to watch and the story was messy.
Still though, it is entertaining. And I would give this a 4 out of 10.