Director Simon West’s movie maintains the basic plot device of the original: An ace mob assassin (here, Jason Statham) specializing in untraceable rubouts takes on a hotheaded apprentice (Ben Foster) and shows him the ropes. Unlike the earlier movie, though, which dared to suggest that there might be something morally suspect in making a living by killing people, the filmmakers here take ridiculous pains to depict the targets as cackling, over-the-top monsters, a decision that shows a grievous misunderstanding of the premise’s antiheroic mojo. The actors do what they can to liven things up—particularly Statham, whose Ben-Grimm-made-flesh physicality remains weirdly charming, even when he’s clubbing a guy with detached pieces of a bus—but to very little effect. Occasional A-level explosions and stunts aside, there’s nothing here that’s distinguishable from a straight-to-video potboiler starring Lorenzo Lamas.
Undoubtedly, the thing that everybody remembers from the original is its finale, an abrupt, nihilist humdinger of an exit that most likely wore out many a VCRs rewind button in its day. For all of its missteps, dead zones, and ill-conceived alterations, give this to the remake: It, too, has an ending.
THE MECHANIC
Jason Statham, Ben Foster
Rated R