The weirdest thing about Guy Ritchie’s “Wrath of Man” isn’t that his new meathead heist movie tries to combine the tricksy plotting of “Snatch” (which he made) with the ice-cold steeliness of “Heat” (which he most definitely did not), or that the entire story hinges on the protagonist buying two burritos from the wrong food truck. It’s not that one of the major action set pieces is set to an industrial dubstep remix of Johnny Cash’s “Folsom Prison Blues,” nor even the undeniable fact that it kind of works. No, the weirdest thing about “Wrath of Man” is that one of the leads is named Bullet, but it’s not the one played by Jason Statham — the most bullet-shaped actor…

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Wrath of Man is Jason Statham and Guy Ritchie at the top of their game, but it doesn't feel quite like a game they've played before. Sure, the narrative is overtly familiar, a revenge story mixed with the tactical violence of a bank heist movie, but the structure effortlessly maneuvers through tired dramatic beats. It brings the viewer to unique perspectives of scenarios we may have already seen, and much of the tension is not from the action itself, although it's still hard-hitting, bruising stuff, but the unfolding psychology of Statham's H: a man who begins as a blank slate, a mere cover for a harrowing history. He provides a great performance here. It may not all be fully…

Has all the makings of a logistics-based heist movie (overtly cribbing from both Heat and Ocean's 11) with lots of plan/execution expository editing and slick suspense setpieces that Ritchie then complicates and scrambles into this really macho nasty revenge movie. I've seen some complaints of this being dour but honestly, I found the absurdly grim, cruel mood of this to be its greatest asset. It takes some really dark detours into torture sequences and child porn dungeons and brain-matter-covered surfaces, and after a while, these scenes really started to rub against the slick genre machinery of the editing structure in a way that was more interesting than I expected. Really felt the tension of sitting around and waiting for these…

„Wrath of Man“ wird in Deutschland „Cash Truck“ heißen, vermutlich weil der zuständige Verleih Sorgen hat, das hiesige Publikum könne das Wort „Wrath“ an der Kinokasse nicht richtig aussprechen. Nun ist „Wrath of Man“ natürlich auch keine kreative Sonderleistung, aber „Cash Truck“ ist auch deshalb ein besonders beschissener Titel, weil er im Gegensatz zum Originalnamen das zentrale Thema des Films komplett verfehlt.

Guy Ritchies Neuer kündigt sich nämlich schon im Trailer als Film an, der er gar nicht ist. Jason Statham stampft in den 2 Minuten mit gewohnt lakonischer Coolness durch die Szenerie, zischt seinen Gegnern knackige Oneliner um die Ohren und erfüllt dann boxend und tretend gängige Machofantasien. Das wirkt so vertraut, man könnte meinen einen der ähnlich aussagekräftig…