Rating: 6.5/10
There are many constants in this life, and now I do believe one of them is the performance of Statham in American movies, or movies not directed by Tarantino.
I walked into the movie theater for the mechanic with a feeling of anticipation, eagerness to watch some action and a slight dread, cuddled by some assurance, that Statham would fail to deliver. I walked out of the theater with one of my expectations fulfilled: Statham failed to deliver.
The mechanic, a movie staring Jason Statham, (Bishop) Ben Foster (Steve) and Donald Sutherland (Harry), is a movie about a man, Author Bishop, who is a hired assassin, or as the movie called it, a 'mechanic'. One of his hits turns out to be that of his only friend Harry McKenna. The fact that he actually took the shot by the way shocked me to no end. Anyway McKenna dies, and Author decides to become his son, Steve's, mentor, and teach him the trade. Steve is played by Foster, and though an important character in the movie, it is sad that I forgot his name barely 10 minutes after I walked out the door.
Says a lot about how much of a memorable performance was put on. Eventually they figured out the bad guys, I guess, and for the rest of the story, you would have to watch on your own.
To say I was disappointed in the movie would be a misguided statement. Disappointment is something felt when one's expectations are not met. But when I decided to see the movie, I expected an action filled story line - which I got when you ignore all the unnecessary scenes, obvious wins on Author's part and predictable acts. I also expected guns and explosions, which I got to my fill. And finally, I expected Stratham's languid performance- which I also got; undiluted.
Though he had a huge part to play in it, I would not blame the entire unsatisfactory outcome of the movie on Stratham alone. The mechanic is a movie that had the passion for greatness. I felt the writer's dream, saw the director's vision, but did not see or feel the actors and actresses passion. As testosterone pumped up as the movie was, the actors lacked the passion and energy needed to pull it off. There was also the fact that all through the first 3/4 of the movie, I felt I had missed the prequel, which I was sure held most of the running, explosions and missing pieces that seemed to plague the story acted before me.
The mechanic picked up speed towards the end for about three scenes, then it came to a sudden conclusion. Since I spent almost 2 hours being bored to death and regretting every minute of it, when the movie picked up, it felt as though I had just walked into the theater to see the action movie I paid for, and then that came to a sudden halt. Imagine my sudden shock as I saw the credits ready to roll by.
I felt cheated in some way. Like I payed $6.75 to see a 30 minute movie.
I would not go all out and say Stratham is a horrible actor - and worse at action mainly because his face, which he chooses to keep expressionless no matter the role or scene, is unreadable, and not in the 'oh cool I want to know what he is thinking' sort of way. -No. I admit he was brilliant in Snatch, he was made to be Turkish, loved him in The Bank Job, The Expendables.... ran out. Rather, I would advise, if my opinion was sever ort on the matter, that Stratham stick to British movies, preferable those directed by Tarantino. For some reason, the genius director alone seems to know how to bring out the chard and passion that I am so blindly believing, despite proof of the contra, lurks within Stratham.