John Wick: Chapter 4

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.

Three hours of relentless shooting and little acting makes the fourth film in the Wick franchise an epic disappointment.

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.

The resonant boom of John Wick punching shakes up the auditorium&#59; it is enough to make you jump right out of your seat. But it serves another fundamental purpose: to acclimatize you with the heavy-handed vibe of what’s about to follow.

At some point, the original premise of the franchise– “if the worst man in existence found salvation”– runs its course and the saved becomes damned again.