Starring: Jason Statham, Josh Hartnett, Scott Eastwood, Holt McCallany, Jeffrey Donovan, Laz Alonso, Post Malone, Chris Reilly, Niamh Algar
OUR RATING: ★★★★☆
Action thriller co-written and directed by Guy Ritchie, based on the French film, Cash Truck (Le Convoyeur) by Nicolas Boukhrief. Wrath of Man (2021) follows H (Jason Statham), a mysterious character working at a cash truck company responsible for moving hundreds of millions of dollars around Los Angeles. During a heist he surprises his coworkers when he unexpectedly unleashes precision skills. The crew is left wondering who he is and where he came from. Soon, the marksman’s ultimate motive becomes clear as he takes dramatic and irrevocable steps to settle a score.
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“A Dark Spirit”
Terry: [referring to Fortico Security] We’re not federal. We’re essentially middlemen. Hundreds of millions shifting through here every week. We got twelve trucks, two, or three guards in each. A driver, a messenger, and a guard, each moving up to fifteen mil a day, and sometimes more, which can attract unwanted attention. I won’t lie. It can be dangerous, which is why we train you properly and pay the premium rates, so we can all sleep better at night.
Terry: [to H] But just so you know, we lost a couple of guards a while back. Killed on the job. A civilian too. A f***ing tragedy. And they still haven’t found the scum who did it.
Bullet: Let’s see. Hill. Hill. H. I’m going to call you H, if that’s okay? They call me Bullet, which is ironic, because I certainly don’t move like one.
Bullet: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new addition. May I introduce H.
Bullet: You good?
H: Yeah. Why, don’t I look it?
Bullet: No, buddy. You look like a shrink-wrapped Rolls-Royce, in contrast to this car crash.
Bullet: You’re a c**k, Dave.
Hollow Bob: I reckon our man here could pull yours right off.
Boy Sweat Dave: He looks like he could handle a c**k.
H: Yeah, small hands. Makes me very popular, and you look good.
Bullet: It’s worth getting to know Dave. He’s quite entertaining in an unintentional kind of way.
Hollow Bob: Yeah. He once killed a hamster because he squeezed it too tight.
Bullet: And he can’t write without sticking his tongue out.
Armourer: [referring to the sidearm] I need you to love it, respect it, and bring it back in one piece.
H: Do they want us back in one piece too?
Armourer: Do you have a problem?
H: I don’t know. Do I?
H: What happens if we’re pulling pistols in a machine gun fight?
Armourer: Then you retort with a positive mental attitude.
Bullet: He’s H.
Bullet: Like the bomb. Or like Jesus H.
Armourer: Well, if you can mushroom cloud, or walk on water, what you worried about machine guns for?
Stuart: You’re going to love who your new partner is.
Boy Sweat Dave: Just tell me it ain’t the Limey.
Stuart: The grand old duke himself.
Boy Sweat Dave: F***!
Boy Sweat Dave: Do you have any idea how dangerous this job can be?
H: Some idea, yeah.
Boy Sweat Dave: No. You have no idea. We ain’t the predators. We’re the prey.
Bullet: I like the way you handle that cart. Where did you learn that technique?
H: Spent a lot of time in supermarkets. Shopping.
Bullet: I can picture it now. A paragon of modern man on a wild sojourn, stalking down the aisles, hunting for Pop-Tarts.
H: Pop-Tarts are not really my poison, Bullet. I prefer to lose myself in the dizzy food coma of synthetic cheese and impossible meats.
Bullet: What has the world come to? A direct line of evolution, from Paleolithic man to a diabetic house husband.
Bullet: But true.
Bullet: You’re going to love him, Dave. He’s got that exotic European thing working for him. It’ll take you a while to dial in.
Dana: Hasn’t taken me very long.
Stuart: I don’t care what you guys think. That man’s a dark horse.
Bullet: What do you mean by that?
Stuart: That cat’s overqualified for this game. He’s got history.
Dana: We’re all overqualified for this game, and we all got history.
Boy Sweat Dave: Pretty soon you’ll all be working for me. The power’s in this big head here.
Dana: Well, it’s definitely not in your little head, or are you still blaming the beer?
John: You ain’t much of a talker, are you, Mary Poppins?
H: Oh, no, I can talk. I just don’t want to talk to you. Let me buy you a beer. Just make sure you drink it over there.
[John just stares at him]
H: Anything else?
Bullet: [referring to John] I got to give it to you, H. You’re a real social magician. First, you take his job, and then you make him cry in his beer.
H: [to Dave, referring to Bullet] You don’t want to do this, you can get out of the truck now. But we’re not leaving him behind. He’s one of us. It’s only money. In short, I’m getting him back.
Boy Sweat Dave: [referring to the money bag] You open it, they’re just going to kill all three of us and take the money anyway.
H: Dave, you just worry about putting your a**hole back in your a**hole, and leave this to me.
Boy Sweat Dave: [as H shoots the robbers] Who is this f***ing lunatic?!
H: Who do you work for?
Robber: Suck my f***ing d**k!
H: What did you say?
Robber: I said suck my f***ing d**k!
H: Suck your own d**k.
[H shoots him]
H: You alright, Dave? Did you make poo-poo?
FBI Agent Okey: [to H] What I don’t understand is how you managed to take down six men without even so much as a scratch.
Terry: Well, you got to admit it’s impressive.
FBI Agent Hubbard: What about your firearms experience? Your shooting was unambiguously precise, yet your training scores were decidedly average.
FBI Agent Okey: Barely even passed.
H: Kill or be killed. Seemed to focus the mind.
H: You hired me to do a job. I did a job.
Terry: No, we hired you to move money.
H: You hired me to protect money.
FBI Agent Hubbard: What do you want us to do?
Agent King: Not a f***ing thing. Let the painter paint.