Statham-fisted: Killer Elite 

Killer Elite (R)

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Grunt, grunt, grunt — glower — (insert Mockney swearing), bash, crash, punch, kick (show close-up of unshaven stubble), grunt, grunt, grunt — glower — (insert Mockney swearing), bash, crash, punch, kick (show another close-up of unshaven stubble) ...

Repeat for 107 minutes. No: Repeat for half a dozen movies.

Every Jason Statham flick is the same. It doesn't matter whether he's "portraying" a criminal getaway driver, an ex-con, a former Special Forces soldier, or some combination of the three. All of his martial-arty head-bashing and all of his enormously unclever one-liners could be randomly flipped from Death Race to The Transporter to The Mechanic to, now, Killer Elite, and no one would notice.

The characters themselves could be moved around like chess pieces on a blood-soaked board, and no one would care. It is, in fact, part of Statham's appeal ... for those who find it appealing. I find it appalling.

Statham's on-screen persona is one of pure thuggishness. He's not asked to be witty or charismatic or anything other than a brute. It's clear that sometimes, that can work. The insane cartoonishness of the Crank movies is a perfect match for this persona.

Frustratingly, it's clear Statham has more in him. The sneaky heist flick The Bank Job gives him an actual character to play, and he does it well. (This film is the single exception to the rule enumerated above.) But the endless repetition of the thug-as-hero precisely because he's a thug is worse than boring. It's disgusting.

And here we go again. Statham is ex-Special Forces. The year is 1980. The kidnapping of his former partner and mentor (a rather miscast Robert De Niro) forces him into working for an Omani sheik whose sons were murdered by Britain's Special Air Service: Statham assassinates those soldiers, or else De Niro gets it. So Statham goes and assassinates those soldiers.

That's pretty much the extent of Killer Elite. "I'm done with killing," Statham says, before proceeding to kill a whole lotta people. That ventures as close as he gets to a one-liner in this relentlessly vicious and charmless film. Once in a while, he insists upon "posing" as a "military historian" or a doctor, which is ridiculous, but not amusing. If it were, it could get in the way of the frenetic sequences of gunshots, blood splatters and meaty fists meeting faces.

It's all supposedly true, we're meant to believe, based on a 1991 novel by former SAS soldier Ranulph Fiennes. As corporate-government conspiracies go — they want the Middle East's oil! — it's pretty banal. The film spends little time on it anyway, which just ends up wasting Clive Owen as an enforcer for some sort of shadowy group of businessmen who want Oman's oil. At least Owen does get to beat up on Statham a bit.

Is the action any fun? Not even. Newbie director Gary McKendry doesn't know much about staging an interesting fight. He does love him some metaphors, though. We learn that Statham is "upset" by all the blood on his hands when McKendry gives us a lingering close-up of, you know, blood on his hands. It's about the only coherent moment in the movie.


Film Details

  • Killer Elite

    • Rated R - Action/Adventure, Suspense/Thriller
Killer Elite
Rated R · 100 min. · 2011
Official Site: www.KillerElite.com
Director: Gary McKendry
Writer: Matt Sherring
Cast: Jason Statham, Robert De Niro, Clive Owen, Yvonne Strahovski, Dominic Purcell, Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje, Grant Bowler, Michael Dorman, Ben Mendelsohn and Aden Young

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