Redoing the De Niro Pacino meetup from HEAT but instead of Kate Mantilini it's a shitty teppanyaki joint in Torrance kind of sums up this wonderful piece of junk food that you should look forward to watching on TNT approximately one million times. Gerry Butler staring off into the middle distance like a real fiend for mojitos.
Reminds you of what this sort of thing can be with an actual director behind it instead of merely a gang of well-meaning producers. Johnson deploys a few basic narrative and visual tricks that haven't really popped up in a STAR WARS film before, along with his usual precise frames and tight technical craft, and a particular attention to emotional continuity. There's also a welcome preoccupation with collateral damage, both physical and psychic. One thing Johnson's films have never really…