A blog formerly known as Bookishness / By Charles Matthews

"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

Wednesday, February 19, 2025

John Wick: Chapter 2 (Chad Stahelski, 2017)





Cast: Keanu Reeves, Riccardo Scamarcio, Ian McShane, Ruby Rose, Common, Claudia Gerini, Lance Reddick, Laurence Fishburne, Tobias Segal, John Leguizamo, Bridget Moynahan, Franco Nero, Peter Stormare. Screenplay: Derek Kolstad. Cinematography: Don Laustsen. Production design: Kevin Kavanaugh. Film editing: Evan Schiff. Music: Tyler Bates, Joel J. Richard. 

"You've got a beautiful house, John," the villain (Riccardo Scamarcio) says to the hero (Keanu Reeves), and we silently think the rest: "Too bad if something happened to it." It does, of course, and we are back in the world of John Wick. Grimly stoic as usual, the protagonist takes a licking and keeps on John Wicking.  Wickworld is a place with its own peculiar laws, one in which extremely violent things happen, from automobile demolition derbies to shootouts in the subway, and no authorities seem to intervene and passersby often don't even take notice. The choreographed violence becomes tolerable -- it's part ballet and part animated cartoon. In the extended fight between Wick and Cassian (Common), there's no sound but gunshots, blows landing, and combatants grunting, a kind of percussive duet that's as rhythmically compelling as Gene Krupa's drum solo on Benny Goodman's "Sing, Sing, Sing." 

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