The Hunter’s Prayer (2017)
(In French, On TV, February 2021) It’s too early to call it a wrap, but Sam Worthington will eventually have an amazing story to tell about his time in Hollywood — assuming he wants to talk about it. Plucked from obscurity and poverty to star in 2009’s Avatar, his first few years as a high-profile leading man were filled with a handful of projects that any actor would kill for, usually playing superhuman characters. And then… his profile dropped along with the quality of the projects. Was he judged not ready for primetime? Did his lack of distinctive charisma do him in? Or did he not want superstardom enough? While Avatar sequels still loom in his future, by the end of the 2010s he could be found making one or two films a year, not always in leading roles. The Hunter’s Prayer is one of those films — one in which he holds the lead, but so incredibly generic that it seems to exist to become one of those good-enough thrillers fit to fill a slot for TV programming directors. The story takes us in familiar territory, as a hitman can’t bring himself to complete a job and leagues with his former target to take down his client. Efficiently directed by Jonathan Mostow (another name who once seemed destined for bigger and better things — this is his first film since 2009’s forgettable Surrogates), it’s a film that works but never reaches for anything more. It’s watchable without being memorable, and doesn’t do much to distinguish itself from genre clichés and conventional execution. In this kind of showcase, Worthington himself looks like set dressing — he’s got the appearance and the rough charisma to be credible, but doesn’t go any farther than that. I’d feel sorry, except that I have a feeling that everyone got what they expected with The Hunter’s Prayer — a paycheque, their name on the movie poster, some renewed attention and a chance to do better next time. Nobody had any illusion about it being anything more.