Today, we wish a happy birthday to Ron Howard with this classic Howard-directed scene from 1995’s Apollo 13!
Today, we wish a happy birthday to Ron Howard with this classic Howard-directed scene from 1995’s Apollo 13!
4 Or More Shots From 4 Or More Films is just what it says it is, 4 shots from 4 of our favorite films. As opposed to the reviews and recaps that we usually post, 4 Shots From 4 Films lets the visuals do the talking!
Today, we celebrate Ron Howard’s birthday with….
4 Shots from 4 Ron Howard Films
I’m just reminding y’all that the John Woo / Chow Yun-fat classic A BETTER TOMORROW (1986) is playing in movie theaters this week on Sunday, March 1st, Monday, March 2nd, and Wednesday, March 4th. I will be attending the Cinemark in Little Rock, Arkansas on March 1st to watch the film myself. A BETTER TOMORROW is one of the most influential action films in history, and I happily recommend it to everyone who loves action movies. Enjoy, my friends!


“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
John Wick Franchise (spinoffs)
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.
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
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!

“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
Today would have been the 94th birthday of one of the greatest film stars of all time, Elizabeth Taylor!
Today’s scene that I love comes from 1963’s Cleopatra. Cleopatra is often dismissed as the film that nearly bankrupted a studio but it’s enjoyable if you’re in the right mood and you’ve got four hours of free time. Elizabeth Taylor may not have been a historically accurate Cleopatra but who cares? It seems appropriate that the most glamorous woman of what was then the modern world played the most glamorous woman of the ancient world.
In this scene, Cleopatra arrives in Rome with all of the fanfare befitting the world’s most beautiful and powerful woman. Keep in mind that this scene was done in the days before AI. Every costume was real. Every extra was real. Everything about this scene was real.
4 Shots From 4 Films is just what it says it is, 4 shots from 4 of our favorite films. As opposed to the reviews and recaps that we usually post, 4 Shots From 4 Films lets the visuals do the talking!
Today is the birthday of one of the greatest films stars ever, Elizabeth Taylor! And you know what that means. It’s time for….
4 Shots From 4 Elizabeth Taylor Films