When an assassin goes rogue from his league of brothers and one sister, sheer hell erupts and engulfs Wesley Gibson (James McAvoy), a bullied cube denizen. He's recruited to kill the turned assassin--the man who killed Wesley's father--before he kills his new target, Wesley. He learns about his father's acumen as an assassin but still refuses, at first.
Fox (Angelina Jolie) is tasked by the boss, Sloan (Morgan Freeman) to manage Wesley's assassin training. There are several levels of training and young Wesley has found his calling following in his late daddy's footsteps. He struggles with a flick-of-the-wrist maneuver that bends the bullet's trajectory around obstacles to hit the target. When he gets his first assignment (as read and deciphered from the loom threads--yeah, right), he hesitates and misses his window of opportunity. What if the interpretation of the stitches is wrong? How does he know his target deserves to die? When Fox and Sloan assure him he will be saving lives, meek and panic-attack-suffering Wesley starts giving folks a taste of his Wellingtons.
This is a 100 percent Hollywood movie replete with music video shots, gun fights, car chases and explosions. It includes the moment of grand declaration close to the end, followed by the moral of the story. Silly and violent, it also touches upon deception and manipulation of ethics. The chemistry between Jolie and McAvoy kept me watching. Wesley's evolution was compelling and Fox was a potent warrior, dedicated to her cause--doing right by her league. This was consistent throughout but never more so than at the end. The ending, while violent, is aesthetically singular.
Director: Timur Bekmambetov
Run time: 109 minutes