22 Bullets 2010 Review: The film really start to grate and diminish the enjoyment factor
After being left for dead with 22 bullets riddled in his body. A retired mobster somehow survives and sets out to gain revenge on the only man who would dare to try and kill him.
What’s the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced? That grazed knee in the playground? A bit of cramp? A broken bone? Childbirth? You’d probably rather not share it or dare to relive even a slither of the agony. I’m male (so no excruciating deliveries of life). And I’ve never broken a bone. Not so much as chipped one. I cannot even imagine the pain of 22 adequate punches and seriously doubt I’d be able to stomach it; let alone 22 Bullets. That’s 22 pieces of pointed, sharp, solid metal thumping through your flesh at unfathomable speed, decimating the building blocks of you.
Now, off the top of your head, pick a tough nationality. The country most likely to breed the sort of superhuman capable of withstanding multiple gunshot wounds. Some of you probably instinctively pictured Arnie’s hard-as-nails, naked and battered frame in The Terminator. I’m willing to bet none of you conjured the image of a Frenchman. France is a nation famed for its culture, its cuisine and its romance. In Britain members of a certain generation will think of the French as nothing but well-groomed surrender monkeys. It’s not a land know for its grunting and formidable bad-asses.
And yet one of their number is an internationally recognisable action-man. Playing key figures in big films like The Da Vinci Code and Ronin. Jean Reno is a Frenchman with attitude, as comfortable with a semi-automatic in his hand as he is with a single red rose or cloves of garlic. He gives 22 Bullets, aka L’Immortel, bags and bags of globally acknowledged gravitas.
22 Bullets is a French gangster film sets in Marseilles with the occasional drizzle of style. It’s fast paced and hard-hitting but rarely anything exceptional. However there are easily enough thrills. And plot twists to have your eyes locked in a constant frenetic dance between the subtitles and the action set-pieces. At times you won’t have a clue what’s going on and the ending. For me anyway, came from nowhere and was somewhat inexplicable. But surprising at least.
The filmmakers clearly value the plot, despite there being nothing that remarkable or beguiling about it. The only details accompanying my disc of the film explained that Reno’s character is shot in an underground car park 22 times. And left for dead, despite abandoning his old life as a feared criminal in favour of family. “Against all the odds, he doesn’t die…”
Apparently based on a true-story, the film skips fairly quickly over the shooting so important to the title. Even if it is the catalyst for later events. The tag-line above had me imagining a bleeding and dying Reno. Stumbling from the car park like a zombie to engage in an immediate shoot-out for revenge. What actually happens is slightly more plausible. Reno’s character, Charly Mattei, recovers in hospital. He then still vows to return to his peaceful family life. And only takes up arms again when his trusted friend and aide is attacked.
For the most part 22 Bullets (Ke Bat Tu) succeeds at being more than a good vendetta movie. There is some very funny dialogue between Reno and other gangsters, and Reno and the police. There are some luxurious shots of the French Riviera and locations are contrasted well. The golden lighting in the scenes in the hills with family works well against the harsher. Urban and shadowy light during criminal scenes in the city. The majority of the action scenes have a compelling, realistic edge. The initial shooting is shocking in typical slow-mo. An exciting motorbike chase climaxes with Mattei deliberately hitting a police car head-on to evade his pursuers. Gun-fights and retribution assassinations are generally satisfying and suitable.
Sadly for fussy viewers like myself, little details in 22 Bullets really start to grate and diminish the enjoyment factor. I was willing to suspend my disbelief at the remarkable recovery from 22 potentially mortal wounds. But it’s not long before the signs of Mattei’s ordeal are non-existent. And an atrocious scene, in which Reno endlessly crawls through unfeasible amounts of barbed wire. As if more proof were needed of his invincible credentials, climaxes equally annoyingly. A car he’s thrown himself onto careers to a halt in an almost slapstick fashion as the film is needlessly sped up. It’s a shame that such corner cutting, shoddy shots made it into a largely well executed film.
On the whole 22 Bullets is an essentially harmless, enjoyable experience. The bouts of annoyance induced by some lacklustre moments. And large helpings of cliché were not enough to spoil my day. A continual message about the importance of forgiveness and family runs through the film (phim hanh dong xa hoi den). Which I get the feeling would resonate more with a continental audience than us Brits. Or I could just be cold hearted and lifeless. It’s basically a decent action movie with a refreshing foreign flavour. But not one I could recommend buying.