Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard (2021)
(Netflix Streaming, March 2022) I have surprisingly few specific memories of The Hitman’s Bodyguard, certainly not enough to be all that enthusiastic about sequel Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard. Both films are cast-centric, in that they use Ryan Reynolds (The Bodyguard), Samuel L. Jackson (The Hitman) and Salma Hayek (The Wife) for their personas rather than for creating a character. It’s fun because we like these actors (or presumably do) and yet insubstantial because it doesn’t do much more. This sequel certainly relies on hazy memories, as a good chunk of the first film’s conclusion is ignored or rolled-back in an attempt to fuel more good-natured conflict between the characters. We’re back to the same characters without their late-film growth, and that’s how it rolls. Less fortunately, the film can’t quite be bothered to stick to a consistent comic tone. Far too violent for what should be a PG-13 rating but is needlessly pushed to R, it has trouble deciding which register of comic reality it wants to inhabit, with a few pokes in absurdist territory (“Send me a sign!”) that are then walked back in less-entertaining fashion. The result still works, but largely on sheer inertia: Ryan in funny, Jackson is tough, Hayek is crazy and that’s what they were hired for. The by-the-numbers execution is oddly fond of the incongruous-song-during-action-scene trope (something flashy twenty years ago, but is gradually less and less fresh as it goes on), but otherwise relies on stock twists, familiar plot beats and expected moments. It’s certainly watchable, but by the time Hitman’s Wife’s Daughter’s Bodyguard is going to roll around, don’t be surprised if you can only hazily remember its predecessors.