Director: Tate Taylor
Voltage Pictures / Freckle Films / Vertical Entertainment / Madman
Ava starts off okay – but boy does it slide. And quickly. And when I say it starts off okay I mean okay in a same-old-story, lazy-night-on-the-couch, female-assassin action-film way. You’ve got your trackies on and your expectations low. Unfortunately by the middle of this film I felt overdressed, by the end I had checked out completely.
Jessica Chastain is the only reason to tune in here. And she does her best. But the script is meaningless in the end and stupid. The amazing feat here is that film feels both overstuffed and paper-thin; the crisis of confidence, recovering addict assassin wasn’t enough…they had to pack in all sorts of family drama. And, apparently thrilled with the casting of selecting Geena Davis to play Chastain’s character’s mother (which is brilliant) they do nothing with her at all. Joan Chen, too. A bit part. This film also boasts John Malkovich, Colin Farrell and Common. So it’s a pretty stacked cast. And they flounder about in a film that missed the point of the John Wick-brilliance of simplicity and tried way to hard to re-imagine Luc Besson.
There are some good action sequences in the opening moments but very soon this feels languidly paced and confusing.
And I can’t say I’ve ever been much impressed with Farrell and his efforts here are close to embarrassing.
Chastain can hold her head high for working hard to make this seem like it could be…something.
But a better move is for her to simply move on. Forget it. That’s what I plan to do.