low-point when Keanu repeats his
most famous line from The Matrix,
and in that moment I was thank-
ful I was watching this in a cinema
rather than at home, as I might
have put my foot through my TV in
annoyance.
John Wick 2 was one of the most
gorgeous movies to come out of
Hollywood this decade. It was a
boutique men’s magazine come to
life, a metrosexual spin on the ma-
cho action genre with an almost
obsessive level of detail in its pro-
duction design and cinematog-
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raphy. By comparison, John Wick
3 is visually bland, with returning
DP Dan Laustsen eschewing the
primary colored fantasia of his
work on the previous installment
for a nauseating teal and amber
aesthetic. Aside from an early
sequence involving knives and
axes flying here, there and every-
where, the set-pieces are similarly
uninspired, headshot after head-
shot after headshot, as generic as
anything in the Marvel Cinematic
Universe, though a lot bloodier.
On the rare occasion when the
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