John Wick: Chapter 4

Nearly three hours of bone-crushing, elegantly choreographed violence: this is what great action movies are made of.

Sensational stunts, rigorous physical blocking and camera choreography, judicious but satisfying gore, and an incongruous nod to Frogger—good stuff, Mr. Wick.

The latest installment of the John Wick franchise offers a vast canvas for stunt work and action choreography with a sincere and brooding Keanu Reeves as the anchor.

Chapter 4 is resoundingly the best Wick sequel – but I still prefer cold-blooded efficiency over bloody excess, no matter how artfully and, at times, playfully staged.

JWC4 is an elaborately choregraphed, gorgeously crafted slaughter fest. A blood-thirsty spectacle. A circus of scoundrels fighting to the death in the most gracefully violent ways.

Nearly three hours of John Wick? You’re gonna need a bigger popcorn.

Few sequels can one-up their predecessors.

As much as John Wick: Chapter 4 borrows from the previous films, its immense action set-pieces and general absurdity make this a wholly worthy entry and a fantastic cinematic spectacle.

Part of the movie’s appeal can be traced to the class warfare on display. In Wick’s tired eyes and battered body, we see a symbol of the worker, whose labor is controlled by arbitrary rules and used to prop an indulgent and empty culture.

It’s astounding how this franchise has steadily improved with each instalment, and this time around, Stahelski and co. laid all their cards down on the table and crafted an action masterpiece.