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殺手代號47(Hitman)英文影評

來源：育路教育網發布時間：2011-08-18

核心提示：Based on the video game franchise of the same title， “Hitman” exploits every action-flick cliché imaginable and still manages to be dull. It‘s bang， boom， blah — action movies for bored dummies.A strangely， at

Based on the video game franchise of the same title， “Hitman” exploits every action-flick cliché imaginable and still manages to be dull. It‘s bang， boom， blah — action movies for bored dummies.

A strangely， at times ridiculously， miscast Timothy Olyphant stars as the titular contract killer， who has been raised by some monastic-looking male order to travel the world in bloody business class， from Africa to Europe to Russia with hate. He‘s a globe-trotting unholy man， a messianic messenger of murder. He’s also bald， has a bar code tattooed on the back of his head and is known only as 47. Women leave him cold （if vaguely rattled）， which probably comes as a relief to the movie‘s presumptive adolescent male target audience.

There‘s a hodgepodge story from the screenwriter Skip Woods， though its details are sufficiently uninteresting to the director， Xavier Gens， as to make them uninteresting to anyone watching （or reading about） this mess. In “Hitman，” Mr. Gens， whose feature debut， “Frontière（s），” earned legitimacy by playing at the 2007 Toronto International Film Festival， lavishes his attention on blowing stuff up， including dozens upon dozens of people. Life is always cheap in the exploitation racket， but it’s still tiresome watching one after another anonymous extra get a sizable hole blown through his body， to watch movie blood spray like water amid chunks of fake body bits， especially when there‘s no story to speak of， no decent acting， no wit， no point.

Well， there is a point， which is to reel an audience in with an entertaining spectacle of death. In this regard， Mr. Gens fails， despite owing a visual and thematic debt to Luc Besson， whose company helped produce this junk. There‘s loads of noisy violence and R-rated gore in “Hitman，” along with the regulation female nudity （via Olga Kurylenko）， but these flashy parts never cohere or gather momentum.

Rather， Mr. Olyphant‘s robotic assassin moves through corridors in effective mimicry of a familiar video game visual strategy， pausing every so often to peer through a gun scope， stare at the pulsing lights on his laptop or brutally dispatch one more generic human obstacle. On occasion， the story shifts to Dougray Scott， whose indifferent turn as an Interpol agent chasing after 47 nicely mirrored my own reaction to the on-screen din.

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