John Wick: Chapter 2 (dir. by Chad Stahelski) Review


“You stabbed the devil in the back and forced him back into the life that he had just left. You incinerated the priest’s temple, burned it to the ground. Now he’s free… What do you think he’ll do?” — Winston Scott

John Wick: Chapter 2 picks up right where the first film left off, diving headfirst into a world of high-stakes assassinations and stylish revenge with Keanu Reeves back as the grieving, unstoppable hitman. It’s a sequel that doubles down on the balletic action and expands the mythology without losing that raw, personal edge from the original. Directed by Chad Stahelski, it delivers non-stop thrills but occasionally stumbles with its sprawling plot and relentless pace.

John Wick is trying to lay low after avenging his dog’s death and reclaiming his car, but fate—or more specifically, a blood oath called a “marker”—drags him back into the game. An Italian crime lord named Santino D’Antonio cashes in that marker, forcing Wick to assassinate his own sister so Santino can take over the family empire. What starts as a reluctant job spirals into a city-wide manhunt, with Wick racking up bodies across New York and Rome while navigating the Continental Hotel’s strict no-kill rules and the politics of a shadowy assassin network. The story is still simple at its core—do a job, get betrayed, fight your way out—but it peels back more layers of this underworld, introducing gold coins as currency, tailors who outfit killers like runway models, and sommeliers who pair firearms with clients like fine wine.

Keanu Reeves owns the role here, his stoic intensity and physical commitment making every punch and headshot feel earned. He’s not exactly stretching himself as an actor—his deadpan delivery borders on monotone—but in this context, that restraint works, turning Wick into a mythic figure who’s equal parts broken widower and relentless killing machine. The supporting cast adds plenty of flavor: Common shines as Cassian, Santino’s loyal bodyguard and Wick’s equal in a fight, with their subway duel using silenced pistols becoming an instant standout for its mix of tension and dark humor. Ian McShane returns as Winston, the Continental’s suave manager, bringing a dry, almost amused detachment to the chaos, while Ruby Rose makes an impression as Ares, Santino’s mute enforcer whose sign-language threats and sharp physicality speak louder than words. Laurence Fishburne appears as the Bowery King, chewing scenery and hinting at deeper rivalries to come. Not every character is fully fleshed out—Santino himself sometimes veers into cartoonish villain territory—but the ensemble keeps the film lively and fun to watch.

The action is where John Wick: Chapter 2 truly shines, cranking the first film’s gun-fu into something close to operatic. Much of the authenticity in the gunplay choreography stems from Keanu Reeves’ legendary dedication to his craft—he trained extensively with celebrity gun trainer Taran Butler and Taran Tactical Innovations, becoming an expert 3-gun practitioner in the process. Taran Tactical not only provided the custom guns for this film and its subsequent sequels but also helped craft the realistic, fluid shooting sequences that feel like a masterclass in tactical movement. The opening car chase and warehouse brawl set the tone, with Wick dismantling goons using everything from knives to close-quarters takedowns. Later comes the much-teased moment where he turns a humble pencil into a lethally precise weapon. The Rome sequence is a highlight: Wick moves through catacombs and nightclubs like a walking arsenal, turning ancient corridors into a bullet-riddled maze, then facing a relentless wave of assassins amid concert lights and stone arches. The stairwell brawl with Cassian is brutal and almost slapstick in its escalation, as the two tumble down step after step, refusing to quit. A hall-of-mirrors shootout plays with reflection and distortion, turning gunfights into something visually playful as well as deadly. The camera stays steady and clear, letting you appreciate the choreography instead of hiding it behind shaky cam and quick cuts, which makes the violence feel both visceral and strangely elegant.

Visually, the film is a neon-soaked feast, trading the first movie’s moody blues for more varied, vibrant palettes. Cinematography leans into bold colors and strong compositions: the Continental’s warm golds, Rome’s stony greys and rich reds, New York’s cold night streets lit by harsh white and electric signage. The production design sells the assassin world as both stylish and slightly surreal. You get bespoke atelier shops that sell tactical suits lined with experimental ballistic-resistant fabric, underground vaults where every weapon looks museum-ready, and Continental sommeliers who double as gun experts, recommending the best weapons for whatever task is at hand. The score and sound design lean heavily into pulsing electronic beats and percussive hits that sync with the rhythm of gunshots and blows, giving big set pieces a musical, almost dance-like quality.

That said, the film is not without its flaws. At a little over two hours, it sometimes feels like it’s indulging its world-building at the expense of pacing. The explanation of markers, excommunication rules, and the High Table is cool in theory, but the movie occasionally pauses too long to explain its own lore when you’d rather keep the momentum going. Compared to the raw emotional drive of the first film—where a dead dog and stolen car were more than enough to get you fully on Wick’s side—this one’s central motivation feels more mechanical. He’s bound by honor and obligation here, which makes sense for the character, but doesn’t hit with the same gut-level impact. There’s also less room for genuine character development; Wick mostly shifts between “tired” and “angry,” and the supporting cast, as entertaining as they are, tend to orbit him rather than grow in their own right.

Tone-wise, John Wick: Chapter 2 leans even harder into heightened, borderline comic-book absurdity. The idea that there are assassins on every street corner, all answering the same call, is fun but pushes the world toward parody if you think too hard about it. The body count is enormous, the kill shots are almost always headshots, and the film rarely slows down to let the gravity of that register. There are moments of humor—deadpan exchanges, visual gags, Wick’s resigned reactions to yet another betrayal—that keep it from feeling grim, but they’re more like pressure valves than fully integrated wit. If you’re looking for commentary on violence or a deconstruction of the hitman myth, this isn’t that movie. It’s more interested in giving you the cleanest, slickest version of the fantasy and trusting you to go along for the ride.

On representation and subtext, the movie is pretty standard action fare: mostly male, mostly focused on coolness over any deeper exploration of gender, race, or class. Characters like Ares and Gianna D’Antonio hint at more interesting female perspectives within this world, but they’re quickly sidelined or removed from play. The Bowery King’s network suggests a class-conscious angle—homeless people as invisible eyes and ears of the city—but the film doesn’t dwell on it beyond the “secret army in plain sight” trope. None of this ruins the film, but it does keep it from feeling particularly fresh outside of its choreography and design.

Where the movie really succeeds is in firmly establishing John Wick as an ongoing franchise rather than a one-off surprise hit. The ending pushes Wick into even more precarious territory and sets up a larger arc without feeling like pure sequel bait. It expands the playground, raises the stakes, and leaves him in a place where you genuinely want to see what comes next. If the first film was a tightly contained revenge story, John Wick: Chapter 2 is the moment the series decides to become a full-blown saga.

Overall, John Wick: Chapter 2 is a stylish, hyper-violent, and extremely entertaining sequel that leans into its strengths—choreography, world-building, and Keanu Reeves’ physical presence—while showing a few growing pains in pacing and emotional weight. It may not have the purity or surprise factor of the original, but it compensates by embracing a larger, crazier canvas and delivering some of the most memorable action set pieces of the last decade. If you’re on board with the idea of a grief-stricken assassin turning his pain into an art form of meticulously staged carnage, this chapter absolutely delivers.

Weapons used by John Wick throughout the film

  • Glock 34 (TTI Combat Master Package): His go-to sidearm early on, customized by Taran Tactical Innovations (TTI); dual-wielded in the catacombs and against Gianna’s guards in Rome.​​
  • Heckler & Koch P30L (compensator-fitted): Opens the film disarming a henchman; buried post-use along with first-film gear.
  • Kimber Super Carry Custom (reverse two-tone, compensator): Provided by the Bowery King and used chasing Santino.
  • TTI TR-1 Ultralight (AR-15 carbine build): Iconic Rome rifle from the sommelier, with BCM mods, Trijicon scope, and PRI compensator; catacombs massacre shootout.
  • Benelli M4 Super 90 (TTI customized): Sommelier special in Rome; shredded through catacombs enemies.

John Wick Franchise (spinoffs)

Scenes That I Love: Slater’s Monologue in Dazed and Confused


Today, the Shattered Lens wishes a happy birthday to actor Rory Cochrane.

In this scene, from 1993’s Dazed and Confused, Rory Cochrane plays archetypical stoner Slater and gives everyone a history lesson.  If you want to know why Cochrane’s performance is remembered while Shawn Andrews’s performance as Pickford is derided even by his fellow cast members, just watch this scene.

 

4 Shots From 4 Films: Special Ania Pieroni Edition


Today is the birthday of Italian actress Ania Pieroni.

You may not recognize the name but, if you’re a fan of Italian horror, chances are that you’ve seen Ania Pieroni at least once.  Even though she only has 11 credits listed on the imdb and apparently made her last film over 30 years ago, Ania Pieroni achieved screen immortality by playing key roles in three of the greatest Italian films ever made.

In Dario Argento’s Inferno, she was the first actress to play the mysterious Mother of Tears.

In Lucio Fulci’s The House By The Cemetery, she played the mysterious housekeeper and nanny who, in one of the film’s most memorable scenes, nonchalantly mops up a huge pool of blood before subsequently losing her head in the house’s basement.

And then, in Argento’s Tenebrae, she played the unfortunate shoplifter who pays a steep price for not paying for Peter Neal’s latest novel.

Today, the Shattered Lens wishes a happy birthday to Ania Pieroni with….

4 Shots From 4 Ania Pieroni Films

Inferno (1980, dir by Dario Argento)

The House By The Cemetery (1981, dir by Lucio Fulci)

Tenebrae (1982, dir by Dario Argento)

Fracchia vs Dracula (1985, dir by Neri Parenti)

Live Tweet Alert: Join #ScarySocial for Creature!


As some of our regular readers undoubtedly know, I am involved in a few weekly live tweets on twitter.  I host #FridayNightFlix every Friday, I co-host #ScarySocial on Saturday, and I am one of the five hosts of #MondayActionMovie!  Every week, we get together.  We watch a movie.  We tweet our way through it.

Tonight, at 9 pm et, Deanna Dawn will be hosting #ScarySocial!  The movie?  Creature!  

If you want to join us this Saturday, just hop onto twitter, start the movie at 9 pm et, and use the #ScarySocial hashtag!  It’s a friendly group and welcoming of newcomers so don’t be shy.

The film is available on Prime!

Music Video of the Day: Back to Black by Amy Winehouse (2006, dir by Phil Griffin)


Amy Winehouse.  Her talent is missed more with each day that passes.

This beautifully shot video takes place at a funeral.  What’s being buried?  Amy’ heart, after another failed love affair.  Originally, the video made this clear by featuring a close-up of the tombstone, announcing that Amy had just buried her heart.  After Amy died in 2011, that shot was cut from the video.  That’s an understandable decision and I think it actually adds an extra hint of mystery to the video.  That said, I’ve always wondered if that’s the same decision that Amy would have made if she had some sort of say in the matter.

Enjoy!

Late Night Retro Television Review: Freddy’s Nightmares 2.4 “Photo Finish”


Welcome to Late Night Retro Television Reviews, a feature where we review some of our favorite and least favorite shows of the past! On Fridays, I will be reviewing Freddy’s Nightmares, a horror anthology show which ran in syndication from 1988 to 1990. The entire series can be found on Tubi!

This week, it’s Halloween in Springwood!

Episode 2.4 “Photo Finish”

(Dir by Tom DeSimone, originally aired on October 29th, 1989)

This episode starts with Freddy welcoming us to a special Halloween episode of Freddy’s Nightmares.  Because it is the season, Freddy actually plays a role in both of this week’s stories and it must be said that they are both rather gruesome, even by the standards of this show.

In the first story, photographer Stoney Adler (Patty McCormack) is commissioned to take some photos for a Halloween spread that will appear in Kink Magazine.  Stoney is amazed at how good her models are at pretending to be scared.  That’s because they’re all actually terrified because they keep seeing Freddy.  Stoney isn’t aware of Freddy’s presence, at least not until Freddy drives a stake through the heart of one of her models.  Stoney tries to avoid doing any more horror shoots but she takes on one final assignment.  Freddy appears and asks Stoney, “Do you want me to make (the model) scream?”  Stoney says yes.  Freddy plucks out Stoney’s eyes.  That certainly does lead to some screaming.

The second story feature three FBI men trying to figure out why a suburban father shot his wife and daughter the night before Halloween and then apparently slit his own throat.  One of the agents — a profiler who owes more than a little to William Petersen’s performance in Manhunter — figures out that Freddy possessed the father.  Freddy, however, then possesses another one of the FBI agents and the tragedy plays out a second time.  The profiler ends up with his throat slashed, slowly dying while the camera lingers on him.  There’s no way this episode didn’t inspire a few nightmares.

This was a good episode.  It was scary, it was gory, and it was definitely designed to offend people who weren’t into horror.  This episode was exactly what you would want Halloween with Freddy Krueger to be.  The second season continues to be a hundred times better than the first.

Retro Television Review: St. Elsewhere 3.11 “Homecoming”


Welcome to Retro Television Reviews, a feature where we review some of our favorite and least favorite shows of the past! On Fridays, I will be reviewing St. Elsewhere, a medical show which ran on NBC from 1982 to 1988.  The show can be found on Daily Motion.

This week, the heartbreak continues!

Episode 3.11 “Homecoming”

(Dir by David Anspaugh, originally aired on December 5th, 1984)

What a depressing episode!

Actually, it’s not totally depressing.  Dr. Elliot Axelrod (Stephen Furst) survives his first night as the attending-on-duty and he even convinces cranky old Mrs. Hufnagle (Florence Halop) to go back to her room.  He also handles things when a patient collapses in the hallway.  One can be sure that Elliot will be given absolutely no praise for his good work because he never is.  But at least, he was there and he proved himself to be more competent than anyone gives him credit for being.

Now, for the depressing stuff:

Nurse Rosenthal is continuing her affair with Richard Clarendon.  This wasn’t depressing because of anything that happened in this episode.  Instead, it’s just depressing that any time was devoted to these two boring characters.

After her apartment is broken into while she’s in the shower, Clancy (Helen Hunt) moves in with Jack.  Jack and Clancy make for a cute couple but, watching this episode, it’s easy to see that their relationship is doomed. Clancy is young and enthusiastic.  Jack is young but he moves like an old man and he’s already been through a lifetime’s worth of tragedy.  Sadly, Clancy living with Jack does not last longer than one night.  Clancy says that Jack acts like he’s offended by having her stuff in his apartment and she’s right.  Jack is still mourning his wife and not ready to live with anyone.

Lois Wegener (Mimi Kennedy) comes home from being out of town and discovers that her husband, Andrew (John Schuck) is becoming progressively weaker from the experimental bone marrow treatment that he’s going through in an attempt to save the life of their daughter (Brandy Gold).  Everyone at the hospital is impressed with Andrew’s courage but it’s obvious to me that this is not going to have a happy ending.

Kathy Martin is still in the psych ward.  During this episode, she gives Fiscus the note that Shirley Daniels gave her after Shirley shot and killed Peter White.

And finally, it wouldn’t be a depressing episode without a Westphall storyline.  Westphall’s daughter, Lizzie (Dana Short), comes home from college for the weekend and, without asking Westphall ahead of time, she brings along her new boyfriend, Rick (Casey Seimaszko).  Lizzie assumes that Rick will be sleeping with her in her room.  Westphall is not thrilled to hear about that.  (It doesn’t help that Rick isn’t wearing a shirt when he and Westphall first meet.)  Lizzie gets angry.  Westphall points out that his dead wife would not have approved.  Lizzie argues that she is now an adult and can do whatever she wants.

And you know what?  I am totally on Westphall’s side here.  It’s his house!  Lizzie isn’t the one paying the bills.  If Westphall doesn’t want Rick sleeping in her room (and, I might add, there are other rooms in the house where Rick could sleep), then Rick doesn’t sleep in her room.  When I was younger, I probably would have been on Lizzie’s side but now that I’ve gotten older, I see Westphall’s point and Lizzie comes across as being a spoiled brat.  I mean, if she wants to stay in the same room as Rick, they can get a motel room.  How expensive could one be in 1984?  This episode ends with Lizzie telling her father that she’s leaving.  “Lizzie!” Westphall says but she’s already gone.

See what I mean?  This was a depressing episode, even by St. Elsewhere standards.  That said, it was also a good episode.  Ed Flanders, David Morse, Helen Hunt, Stephen Furst, Mimi Kennedy, they all gave wonderfully empathetic performances.  Your heart may hurt for them but you can’t wait to see what happens next.  Sometimes, life is depressing but, like the characters on this show, you have to moving forward.

 

Review: John Wick (dir. by Chad Stahelski)


“John is a man of focus, commitment, sheer will… something you know very little about. I once saw him kill three men in a bar… with a pencil, with a fucking pencil.” — Viggo Tarasov

John Wick kicks off with a simple, gut-punching premise that hooks you right away. Keanu Reeves plays the titular character, a retired hitman trying to leave his bloody past behind after the death of his wife. She leaves him a beagle puppy as a final gift, symbolizing a chance at normalcy, but some punk Russian mobsters steal his prized Mustang and kill the dog, setting off a revenge rampage. It’s a revenge story done right—straightforward, no frills, and fueled by raw emotion rather than convoluted twists. Directed by Chad Stahelski and David Leitch, who share a stunt background, the film feels like a love letter to classic action flicks from the ’80s and ’90s, but with a modern polish.

What sets John Wick apart from the glut of forgettable action movies is its relentless focus on craftsmanship. The action sequences are balletic and brutal, blending gun-fu—a mix of precise gunplay and martial arts—with practical stunts that avoid overreliance on CGI. This gun-fu draws directly from the Center Axis Relock (CAR) system, a real-world self-defense close-combat technique where the pistol is held close to the chest at a forward cant for better retention and control in tight quarters. Reeves, at 50 when the film was made, moves like a man possessed, his long-limbed frame perfect for the choreography. Watch the nightclub shootout: bodies drop in waves as Wick reloads with one hand while pistol-whipping foes with the other, all grounded in CAR’s principles that have since become a staple in action films. It’s exhilarating, almost musical in rhythm, thanks to a thumping soundtrack featuring artists like Aloe Blacc and Kaiser Chiefs that amps up the tension without overpowering the visuals.

Keanu Reeves carries the film on his stoic shoulders, and it’s one of his best turns since The Matrix. John Wick isn’t a chatterbox; he’s all simmering grief and quiet menace, his thousand-yard stare conveying depths of loss that words don’t touch. That opening montage of him and his wife—tender beach walks, her terminal illness—hits hard because it’s so understated. Reeves sells the puppy’s death not with histrionics but a single, shattered sob, making his vengeance feel earned. Supporting players elevate the mix too: Michael Nyqvist chews scenery as the mob boss Viggo, Willem Dafoe shines as a sympathetic mentor figure, and Ian McShane adds suave authority as the Continental hotel’s manager. Alfie Allen, pre-Game of Thrones fame, nails the cocky antagonist role without caricature.

The world-building is another standout, introduced efficiently without info-dumps. The Continental Hotel emerges as a neutral ground for assassins, complete with gold coins as currency and strict no-business-on-premises rules—hints at a larger universe that sequels would expand. It’s a clever nod to pulp noir and spy thrillers, giving the violence a code of honor. Stahelski’s visual style, with its neon-drenched nights and stark lighting, evokes The Raid while carving its own path. The Mustang chase is a highlight: tires screech, bullets ping off chrome, and Wick dispatches goons from the driver’s seat with cold efficiency. Production design shines in details like the mobsters’ gaudy mansions contrasting Wick’s minimalist home, underscoring his outsider status.

John Wick isn’t flawless. The plot is paper-thin, essentially “bad guys kill dog, hero slaughters 100 dudes,” with little character depth beyond Wick. Supporting characters get one-note arcs; Viggo monologues about Wick’s legend, but we learn more through reputation than growth. Some viewers find the 101-minute runtime padded by repetitive shootouts—after the first dozen kills, the thrill dips into redundancy for all but the most action-addicted. Women are scarce and sidelined: Wick’s wife appears mostly in flashbacks, and the few female roles are functional at best. It’s a dude-bro fantasy at heart, prioritizing spectacle over substance, which alienates if you’re craving nuance or social commentary.

Pacing stumbles early too. The first act drags with somber setup, mourning the wife and puppy, before exploding into chaos. Once it hits gear, though, it rarely brakes, building to a cathartic finale at Viggo’s compound. Some criticize the violence as gratuitous—headshots galore, blood sprays like a Tarantino wet dream—but it’s stylized, not sadistic, with clear rules (headshots for efficiency) that heighten tension. Compared to contemporaries like Taken, which leaned on gruff one-liners, John Wick opts for silence, letting deeds speak. It’s refreshing, but purists might miss emotional beats amid the bullet casings.

Stylistically, the film borrows heavily yet innovates. Influences from Hong Kong cinema (Hard Boiled, John Woo) shine in the balletic-style of action, while the “gun fu” term coined by critics fits perfectly, elevated by that CAR-inspired hold that’s now echoed in blockbusters everywhere. Cinematographer Jonathan Sela’s work—wide lenses for spatial awareness in fights—makes every room a battlefield, unlike shaky-cam hacks. The music for the film was courtesy of Tyler Bates and Joel L. Richard, pulsing with industrial beats that sync to gunfire like a heartbeat. Budgeted at $20-30 million, it grossed over $86 million worldwide, proving audiences craved this stripped-down revenge tale amid superhero fatigue.

Reeves’ commitment deserves props; he trained rigorously in judo, jiu-jitsu, and firearms, selling every beatdown with authentic CAR posture. Stahelski, his longtime stunt double, directs with intimacy, framing close-quarters brawls to feel visceral. The film’s legacy? It revived Reeves’ career, birthed a franchise (now four films deep, plus spin-offs), and influenced action design industry-wide—expect “John Wick”-style choreography, complete with Center Axis Relock grips, in everything from Netflix shows to indies. Yet its simplicity invites backlash: online threads buzz with “overhyped” takes, arguing it’s style sans soul. Fair point—it’s not Heat‘s operatic depth—but as popcorn entertainment, it delivers uncut adrenaline.

Culturally, John Wick taps male grief mythology: the Baba Yaga legend (Wick as unstoppable boogeyman) mirrors real loss through mythic fury. No preachiness, just catharsis. Drawbacks persist—predictability (you know Wick wins), thin Russian accents straining credulity, and a sequel-bait ending that feels calculated. Still, it revitalized the genre post-Avengers dominance, proving solo heroes endure. For fans of Die Hard or Léon, it’s essential; others might yawn at the body count.

In a landscape of quippy Marvel flicks, John Wick stands tall for earnestness. It doesn’t pretend to be profound, owning its B-movie roots with A-grade execution. Reeves mourns, fights, repeats—rinse with blood. Flaws and all, it’s a blast: taut, stylish, and unapologetic. If action’s your jam, dive in; just don’t expect Shakespeare.

Weapons used by John Wick throughout the film

  • Heckler & Koch P30L: His signature primary pistol (custom compensator), used throughout—from the home invasion to the Red Circle club.
  • Glock 26: Backup compact pistol, pulled out during the bathhouse shootout when ammo runs low.
  • Coharie Arms CA-415: Short-barreled rifle (HK416 clone) for the church assault and parking lot shootout.
  • Kel-Tec KSG: Bullpup shotgun commandeered from goons after church assault and parking lot shootouts.