Hell hath no fury like an ex-hitman seeking revenge for a stolen car and a dead beagle (that I understand, I had a beagle puppy when I was a kid, but it was run over by a milk truck and I haven't drunk milk since) Keanu, the Unstoppable Killing Machine wreaks violence and terror (of Biblical proportions); in the attempt to destroy every Euro-trash gangster in Manhattan. He doesn't call it quits until the body count reaches triple digits. Not only that, he survives every near-death close call. I'm certain Superman must be envious of John Wick's durability. After 50 or so killings the senses are rendered unto numbness. Perhaps this film appeals to the video generation or to brain-dead 12-year-olds or to those possessing the IQ of a bag of turnips. Oh, nuff said!
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