“The man. The myth. The legend.” Whatever luster that phrase once held faded long ago – now a go-to mantra for beer-chugging champions, words to fill space in a toast you’re definitely botching, shorthand for bored screenwriters. The platitude gets an unexpectedly gleaming spit-shine in “John Wick: Chapter Two” as Laurence Fishburne’s Bowery King speaks – nay, booms from his belly – these words to describe Keanu Reeves’ titular character. As he does, the weight lands, like buckshot to the gut, of all that pushes Wick toward palpable existential panic and what will (one can hope) thematically drive a franchise trilogy.
John Wick: Chapter 2
John Wick: Chapter 2
John Wick: Chapter 2
“The man. The myth. The legend.” Whatever luster that phrase once held faded long ago – now a go-to mantra for beer-chugging champions, words to fill space in a toast you’re definitely botching, shorthand for bored screenwriters. The platitude gets an unexpectedly gleaming spit-shine in “John Wick: Chapter Two” as Laurence Fishburne’s Bowery King speaks – nay, booms from his belly – these words to describe Keanu Reeves’ titular character. As he does, the weight lands, like buckshot to the gut, of all that pushes Wick toward palpable existential panic and what will (one can hope) thematically drive a franchise trilogy.