Releasing a sequel to a visceral revenge film which shockingly surpassed critical expectations is a delicate affair, ironically in John Wick: Chapter 2's case, since you can no longer count on the objective bonus points freely dished out to reward the original's novelty.
You can sustain the momentum however, if you don't let the praise lift your spirits.
While still trying to craft another viral perplexity.
John Wick 2 sticks to the facts.
There are rules to be followed, no exceptions to be made.
Neither fairness nor camaraderie come into play.
At work.
In the age of the sensational superhero, Wick(Keanu Reeves) represents a humanistic counterbalance.
He may be the best assassin living, but he doesn't possess supernatural gifts and can contend without technological superiority.
He's just really freakin' good at what he does.
Don't screw it up.
Lickspittle.
Like pastis, grand marnier, amaretto, or amarula, with the humble demeanour of a 6 pack of bud, Wick reluctantly excels at authentically overachieving, with a kitschy pyrotechnic array of distinguished underground ex-factors.
It's enjoyable even if you know what's coming.
There's an art to writing blunt dialogue that leaves nothing to chance and states exactly what's on a character's mind.
The dialogue in Chapter 2 doesn't blow you away, but it, ah, sticks to its guns, with first rate integrity.
High-stakes slipstream.
Treacherous precipice.
Nocturnal necromancing nostrum.
They set up a hell of a third instalment.
Momentum sustained.
But the evocative visual style of the first film is missing.
There's a cool showdown (multiple cool showdowns) in an art museum though.
Professionalism oddly drives the narrative like sharks at corporate headquarters I suppose.
*Can one of these sequels be Man with the Golden Gunesque?
Chapter 2 is crazy violent.
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