Wesley Gibson is a loser. When he Googles his name, nothing comes up. His best friend, a co-worker in his office, is having an affair with his bitchy, live-in girlfriend. Their boss loudly and repeatedly demeans him at his cubicle. And he’s not exactly rolling in the dough.
Everything changes when he gets a prescription refill at his local pharmacy. (He’s quite anxious.) It’s here he meets the appropriately named Fox.
We already know Wesley’s dad abandoned him when he was a baby. Fox informs him he’s recently been murdered. Moments later, the man who killed him is firing in their direction.
So begins Wanted, a film I’d originally screened with a friend during its original theatrical run in the summer of 2008. Unfortunately, the idiot projectionist forgot to turn on the sound. There was dead silence for the first few minutes as someone rushed out to alert an usher. Eventually, the problem was resolved. The only sound we heard in those opening moments came courtesy of the morons seated behind us reading the opening graphics out loud.
Needless to say, I was pissed and essentially threw out that screening. (I’ve not been back to that particular theatre since.) Last year, I borrowed a Blu-ray copy from my local library but never got around to screening it before it was returned. Thankfully, earlier this month, I spotted a DVD edition and picked it up again.
So after more than a decade, what did I miss? As it turns out, an overrated movie.
James McAvoy plays the downtrodden Wesley, a man of inaction recruited into a secret society of assassins led by Sloan. No, not the great Halifax band, but creepy Morgan Freeman. Founded a thousand years ago to prevent the world from descending into chaos, they’re able to hide in plain sight by masquerading as textile workers. Sure.
How do they know who to bump off? The loom! What the hell is that? It’s this big contraption that manufactures code through yarn that, once deciphered, reveals a name. Uh huh.
After being rescued by Fox at the pharmacy, Wesley substitutes one mind numbing routine for another. Instead of working on numbers in an office and being reamed by his jerky superior, now he gets repeatedly pulverized by Sloan’s underlings as they prepare him for revenge.
I have to admit the recovery room gimmick is pretty cool. After every merciless beating and stabbing, Wesley is placed in a bath looking like Han Solo at the end of Empire. Once he shatters free of his temporary prison, he’s given some vodka and sees his wounds heal in mere hours rather than days. Because he’s a slow learner he will return here again and again.
Then he gets his first assignment: kill some guy sitting in a fifth floor office while on top a speeding train for reasons that are never, ever explained. When the moment of truth arrives, understandably Wesley backs down. What did this guy do to anybody?
Then, while once again recovering, Fox tells him the story of what happened to her dad, a federal judge with a reputation for not selling out. Some thug lured him into a trap and beat his ass to death while young Fox watched in horror. Then, he branded his initials on him using an uncoiled wire hanger. Discreet!
Employing logic that Dick Cheney would heartily endorse, Fox lectures that had the thug that assassinated her father been assassinated himself when his name was selected weeks earlier by the loom, none of this would’ve happened. Cut to Wesley back on top of that speeding train finally killing that mysterious guy in the office window.
Wanted is based on a comic book series not unlike the Kick-Ass franchise where a number of scenes uncomfortably mix humour with bloody violence. There’s only one really funny moment in Wanted. Everything else is just cruel.
Consider the scene where Wesley goes back to his office after being introduced to The Fraternity, the secret assassin society, and finally flips out on his abusive, donut-loving boss. He’s just as mean. Or his explosive reaction to Barry (Chris Pratt in an early film role), his treacherous best friend boinking his shrill girlfriend. He doesn’t punch him in the face. He drills him with his ergonomic keyboard resulting in a knocked out tooth and a spelled out punchline. (Barry’s eventual respect for him is weird and unpersuasive.)
We never see the inevitable break-up scene with his ex. (She inevitably shacks up with Barry.) But Wesley does go back to their apartment to retrieve a gun he has hidden in the toilet while getting another earful. When Fox walks in, here comes the “slut” shaming and a kiss to shut her the hell up.
Halfway through the film, there’s the famous train derailment sequence (which is really well done) where Wesley finally catches up with the man he’s been chasing since his recruitment. But an unexpected revelation at the last moment undermines his whole purpose within The Fraternity.
Wanted was directed by Timur Bekmambetov who would go on to make the surprisingly good Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. With numerous slowed-down action sequences clearly inspired by The Matrix, Wanted ultimately lacks its cleverness, originality and genuine excitement, bullet detours notwithstanding.
How many times have we seen stories about a wuss who eventually discovers his inner badass and stands up to his bullies? How many times have we seen stories about the hero being deliberately misled into doing something awful only to belatedly learn he trusted the wrong people? And how many times have we seen stories where one guy improbably destroys a well-armed multi-manned institution singlehandedly?
You know the answer. More importantly, you know you’ve seen better executed examples of this concept.
What’s startling about the film is its open embrace of fascism. The Fraternity doesn’t take out unrepentant Nazis like Perry King’s pacifist teacher in Class Of 1984 or serial killers like Dexter or even serial rapists like Lisbeth Salander in the Dragon Tattoo movies. No, they take out mystery men not formerly accused of anything. They’re the CIA with a lamer cover story.
And how are they able to get away with any of this when they are caught on surveillance cameras (the photos are then published on the front page of major newspapers with the headline “Wanted”) and blasting away during the day in public with a whole lot of witnesses and innocent, dead civilians left behind?
Angelina Jolie is far more interesting than the generic McAvoy (who made a much bigger impression on me in Split), her undeniable charisma casting a long, tattooed shadow over everybody else. She has that rare mix of grit and grace that makes her such a compelling performer. What a miscalculation to limit her scenes and not make her the central character.
Terence Stamp is good as well playing a weapons supplier who provides Wesley with all the missing details he didn’t know he needed. But the casting of Morgan Freeman was a mistake. When the truth is fully revealed I didn’t really hate him or understand his motives. Maybe pick a better fake business to run.
And maybe not train the guy who will completely destroy your life’s work.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Monday, April 29, 2019
8:13 p.m.