Arthur Bishop (Jason Statham) is a contract killer, the best there is. Even when his next assignment is his mentor and best friend Harry (Donald Sutherland), he only waits to see the evidence that Harry is guilty until he kills him. Yet, afterwards he takes on Harry’s son Steve (Ben Foster) as an apprentice and teaches him everything he knows.
The Mechanic is everything it promised to be: a rather violent, well-paced and pretty mindless action flick with good looks (Statham*), talent (Foster) and ham (Sutherland). An evening’s worth of perfect entertainment.
[*teashoe, I can just about imagine your face when I say that Statham is good-looking. :P]
It’s not that The Mechanic is a particularly excellent film. But if you go in with the right expectations, it does a really excellent job fulfilling your every action-movie need. In that, The Mechanic is very much in line with other films Statham has done (like The Transporter or Crank) and which are the reasons I like him as an, ahem, actor. It’s always the same role he plays, the same kind of guy and the same storyline, but oh well.
And when you add Ben Foster to that, it really becomes a delicious mixture. He’s crazy talented and very awesome – especially when he does the batshit insane roles like the one he does here: very much psychotic but hiding it (badly) under a thin veil of social conformity. Brilliant.
The rest of the film – apart from Donald Sutherland’s short-lived scenery chewing – is neither very remarkable nor very creative nor unpredictable. But it works and it’s pretty satisfying.
And the cinematography was actually really good. And the house Arthur lived in… wow. Just wow.
Summarising: If you’re in the mood for an action film, you could do much, much worse than this.