With cinemas only just starting to get back into business still not a lot to review out there so we checked out this latest Netflix push.
Aussie hambone Chris Hemsworth is a mercenary hired to extract (hence the title) the son of an imprisoned Indian drug lord from the kidnapper clutches of a rival. Trouble is there so much double and even triple cross to keep track of, coupled with Hemsworth bouncing from pillar to post, off balconies, cars and trucks, into canopies, dumpsters, market stalls and over trailers, bikes and police cars, it all reads like a Rambo outing on steroids.
The action scenes of which there are plenty, are one long shoot ‘em up video game and after a while start to become a bit ho-hum; only so many ways the bad guys can get shot!
So, not too much to the story unfortunately, and we can only marvel at the resilience of the Australian body as Hemsworth is shot, knifed, burnt, bazooka’ed and generally pillaged throughout the proceedings. Still, not as bad as some in this genre and Mumbai is an interesting setting.
I'm a movie nut from way back with my first ever being The Hallelujah Trail from 1964. Ever since, I've been mesmerized by the giant screen, and the darkness that went on forever. Despite the infernally uncomfortable seats, (plus having to stand for God Save the Queen), I've been enticed ever since to duck into a theatre whenever I can for a few hours of escapism.