
Flicks, Aaron Yap
Between Stallone mumbling stuff like “I’m full of rage” and “Death is coming” in a perennially granite scowl, sh-t gets ridiculously barbaric, with a sweaty abundance of hammer bludgeonings, exploding heads and booby-trap maimings that should keep anyone with an appetite for bloodthirsty action satiated until the next John Wick rolls around.
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