If audiences are expecting Wrath of Man, the fourth collaboration between director Guy Ritchie and star Jason Statham, to have the rollicking, quirky vibe of previous Ritchie/Statham action joints, they should temper expectations right now. While Statham has always been adept with a one-liner, and Ritchie is more than willing to provide him a memorable one, Wrath of Man doesn’t have room for quips and giggles; Statham’s tongue has been removed from his cheek and is seldom used.
This taut, suspenseful tale of vengeance is deathly serious and features one of the more stoic performances of Statham’s career. While the script certainly robs Statham of one of his trademark charms, his ability to be equal parts fun and fierce, that doesn’t mean Wrath of Man is a total drag; it’s a fairly traditional heist flick buoyed by unnerving intensity from Statham. If only Ritchie could have infused more of his typical bombast behind the camera.
Yes, Wrath of Man feels much more like your standard Jason Statham vehicle than one of Ritchie’s grimy, yet grooving gangster flicks. After helming adequate but unmemorable blockbusters for the last decade, Ritchie returned to form in 2019 with The Gentlemen, but whatever swagger that resurfaced in that action comedy is absent from Wrath of Man; besides a memorable opening scene featuring an unorthodox, fixed camera and his penchant for POV shots, Wrath of Man bears few of Ritchie’s fingerprints.
Based on the 2004 French action-thriller Le Convoyeur, Wrath of Man follows a mysterious security guard named H (Statham) who harbors ulterior motives when taking a job working for an armored truck company that was recently the victim of a violent heist. H impresses his chatty co-worker Bullet (Holt McCallany) and oddly named Boy Sweat Dave (an impressively sleazy Josh Hartnett) with his facility for guns after another heist attempt, leading them to question who H really is and where he came from. H is tightlipped and no-nonsense, but has revenge on his mind.
