John Wick: Chapter 3 -- Parabellum

When there are hundreds of deaths, it's pretty incredible that John Wick 3 sustains its inventiveness and sheer bonkers-ness.

The script (series creator Derek Kolstad leads the writing team) is excellent, especially when regular characters such Anjelica Huston's Ruska Roma boss and Laurence Fishburne's Bowery King return to beef up the dialogue.

Buying a ticket to a John Wick movie is like signing control of your lizard brain away to the director, Chad Stahelski, for 130 minutes. Luckily, he knows what to do with it.

Reeves and Dacascos's brutal, climactic sparring session definitely leaves us wanting more, not to mention wondering about a potential Oscars sound editing category for shattering glass.

Reeves is committed to this role. He excels in this genre because of his willingness to push his body to the limit in the name of authenticity.

Kinetic action...a keen student of cinema...[Reeves] absolutely immerses himself in the role, with an admirable physical performance.

The stunts are consistently phenomenal, which is occasionally enough to distract from the silliness of the Continental and its exhaustive rules for murderers.

The gloriously rendered mayhem continues with this third entry in the series.

When a bruised and bloodied Keanu Reeves rides through a rain-lashed, neon-lit New York atop a literal dark horse to fight motorbike-riding fellow assassins, it's as brilliantly ludicrous as you've come to expect from the John Wick series.

To call this a high-octane actioner is an understatement so stark it's like saying Mel Gibson is slightly problematic.