Last October was that we didn't get to go see the advanced screening of John Wick. We wanted to go see it at a theater after that, but never made it. So, I was excited when it finally was available on Netflix. It got here Tuesday (we didn't watch it because we were at a movie theater watching McFarland, USA) and we watched it last night.
His wife dies, she has a puppy delivered to him, he takes the dog with him to get gas in his car, some Russians (notice how the bad guys are always Russians now?) compliment him on his car, the guy who plays Theon Greyjoy (Alfie Allen) in Game of Thrones wants to know how much he wants to sell it, Wick declines the offer. Later the bad Russians show up and beat the crap out of Wick, search for the car keys and kill the puppy when it keeps barking at them.
So, Wick survives this very awful beating, takes a bus to a car chop shop, run by John Leguizamo, finds out who has his car and the hilarity ensues. Beatings. Shootings. Knifings. The rest of the movie. That was it. No plot. No story. Just lots and lots of violence. I slept through part of it.
Boy, am I glad we didn't get to see this at the theater. What a grand waste of time that would have been.
lisaviolet is sixty something, married with no kids, takes care of lots of cats, likes taking photographs, loves Southern California weather and spends altogether too much time avoiding her responsibilities.
In her spare time, she makes pretty things to sell in her store.