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I dont understand Vin Diesels stardom.
This is not the case with Diesel.
Humphrey Bogart brought pathos.
Arnold Schwarzenegger brought stoic absurdism.
Steve McQueen brought decisive cool.
Diesel is like an unfinished statue, hulking and aggressively bland.
Bloodshot, Diesels latest star vehicle, would likely flounder with or without its empty lead.
Directed by David S.F.
And just as Garrison manages to swear hell get his revenge, Axe kills our hero, too.
But his death doesnt last long.
Hes brought back to life by Dr. Emil Harting (Guy Pearce, what happened to your career?
Was his wifes murder an elaborate lie?
Is Harting manipulating his memory to further the Rising Spirit Techs mission?
He lacks the gravitas of delivery, disinterested in his lines even before he finishes saying them.
Unfortunately, the action inBloodshotis also gravely lacking.
Overreliance on slow motion highlights a poor blocking strategy that only clumsily permits character to inhabit space.
AfterBloodshot,I was left with the distinct impression that I watched a cut-rate video game.
The film refuses to interrogate Diesels ego; his machismo feels noticeably retrograde against theJohn WicksandBad Bunniesof today.
Diesel plays things frustratingly straight, and the supporting cast doesnt fare much better.
Pearce acts like hes keeping one eye on the craft table.
In the end,Bloodshotisnt bad enough to be memorable.
