It’s not what you did, son. It’s who you did it to.
– Russian mob chief Viggo Tarasov to son Joseph in John Wick.
What’s common to Bollywood and Hollywood garbage?
Ha ha ha, elementary my dear kiddo.
Both have a strong Indian connection.
While the details of Indian connections to Bollywood garbage are no secret, few know of the Indian links to Hollywood junk.
Hollywood’s latest piece of garbage John Wick is co-produced by Raj Singh, a Silicon Valley millionaire of Indian origin who’s lately been pouring money into several English films.
I don’t know about you but it warms the cockles of my heart to learn that be it Hollywood, Bollywood or Kollywood the desi connection to junk is ever close at hand. 😉
John Wick is directed by Chad Stahelski and David Leitch, and ‘written’ by Derek Kolstad.
Unalloyed garbage though it is largely on account of its simplistic plot, John Wick has a certain endearing appeal to it.
The charm of this piece of shit owes to an amalgam of four things – Lead star Keanu Reeves cast as our eponymous hero John Wick, Swedish actor Mikael Nyquist who plays the Russian mobster Viggo, pleasing photography and a hard-hitting revenge drama that has the blood and action going non-stop.
For me, the adrenalin rush started when the Russian mobster’s son Joseph (Alfie Allen) lusts for John Wick’s sleek and powerful 1969 Mustang at the gas station.
A stupid fuck who lacks the focus, commitment and will of his father Viggo or John, the young punk Joseph refuses to take no for an answer.
But Joseph and his gang of simian retards have no idea who they’re messing with.
Now there are a lot of bad things in life a young hoodlum can get away with. But beating John Wick to a pulp, stealing his prized 1969 Mustang and killing the man’s dog (the last gift from his recently departed wife) are not among them.
You got to pay a heavy price for these ill-considered actions.
Driven to a cold fury and fueled by an intense desire for revenge, John Wick has only one thing on his mind – To kill the punk who killed his dog and stole his car. And John goes about it as if the police were invisible in New York City.
But since the punk is the son of a Russian mobster, you can be sure a lot of obstacles with heavy artillery will be thrown his way.
Keanu Reeves is in fine form as he goes on a savage, one-man rampage, demolition trip sending scores of Viggo’s henchmen to their maker with guns, knives and bare hand.
To my delight, the action scenes were executed neatly and salvage this junk to some degree.
Mikael Nyquist is the cool cat Viggo to Keanu Reeves’s wild John Wick. For Viggo, John is in a sense an inevitable karmic retribution for his deeds.
Always a joy to watch, some of you will remember Nyquist as the journalist Mikael Blomkvist in the three Swedish films based on Stieg Larsson’s famous novels.
Reeves and Nyquist have the prominent roles with the rest of the cast including Willem Dafoe relegated to minor parts.
To my great relief, the soundtrack was not offensive (they often are in action films of this genre).
Nice camera angles and overall strong visual appeal kept me engaged on the screen (rarely did I look down at my iPhone).
At a theatre on the U.S. East Coast, the sparse audience seemed to be having a good time this evening.
I can’t wait to see what Raj Singh will unleash next. 😉