What is up with Liam Neeson and all these dark movies! Always acting like a rundown, raging alcoholic (or similar) former hit man, who's retired, who's living the quite life, who's left all the shit and grime behind him until one day... the past comes back to haunt him.
I've watched a few of these movies during recent years, ones I can't really recall the names of (A Walk Amongst The Tombstones and Taken come to mind), and though the scenarios really aren't all that different, it feels like they just keep getting better and better. Grimy and gray and battered and, when need be, brutal.
This is thriller like it should be, with just the right mixture of grit and emotion, gunfights and family, all a stylish blend. Then there's the hit man Price, who is exactly who he's supposed be, and some of the most styleful ending credits I've seen in a long time, saturated red and green faces fading into each other under a cascade of dirt-city neon silhouettes. It's gritty; it's great.
rated 4/5: fo shizzle