"He's H. Like the bomb, or like Jesus H."
I loved the dialogue in the opening fifteen minutes. It's an almost lyrical discourse of succulent one liners and run on jokes, equal parts cheesy and ravishing. It's exposition packaged in the most Ritchie/Statham way I can imagine. Quickly the film becomes something much more serious and dramatic, again in the most Ritchie/Statham way I can imagine. But there's such a great rhythm to it. The score is terrific, just oozing dread. Wrath of Man is archetypal for sure, but it's a lot of fun.