Despite being too young to even remember the 80s, I have to admit to feeling nostalgic about it a lot of the time.
Cinematically, there wasn’t a lot going on, but its seemingly inexhaustible supply of “One man, one mission,” forgettable action movies is something I occasionally long for nowadays, if only because we never get this type of serious B-movie actioner anymore.
Luckily for me, that’s exactly what The Mechanic is.
It stars Jason Statham, an actor who it’s been remarked is almost his own genre. Accordingly, The Mechanic fulfills a lot of his own clichés – he works alone, but ends up taking an unlikely partner (the son of a friend, but a friend that just betrayed Statham’s character).
He has a certain flair to his work that cannot be tampered with, but also cannot be topped. Yada yada yada.
As much as I can enjoy these movies, they have to bring something authentic to the table. Authenticity might be going a bit far, but at least The Mechanic has a few thins going for it – the editing and pacing is refreshingly slow, at least compared to the current method of quick cutting found in most action films anymore.
Its overall calm tone isn’t afraid to take it similarly mildly compared to its genre, but as much as I can appreciate its willingness to let the story play without distraction, it never wants to do anything with this license – the action isn’t anything new and doesn’t feel especially real.
Still, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t at least half-enjoy The Mechanic. Statham doesn’t do much as the stoic professional, but it’s affective all the same.
And the usually batshit-crazy Ben Foster, works as the sidekick.
I saw The Mechanic two weeks before writing this review, and I find it difficult to remember very much to write about. But this isn’t just because of the time that’s elapsed, it’s also a fairly forgettable film. But I remember it slightly fondly all the same, which is about as good of a compliment a forgettable action movie can receive.