I was in the mood for guns and blowing things up. There was not quite the explosions I wanted. And to make up for it, they used a lot of blood. Too much.
There is a very interesting undercurrent; here we have this stranger who, apparently on a lark, decides to save a girl from something bad happening, only to end up with a baby in his arms (and a dead mommy). I say interesting because this is a rough 'n tumble guy, who can miraculously and unbelievably hit a bulls-eye 99% of the time even while he and his targets are moving. Interesting because this stranger/killer actually cares about the baby to some extent and wants it to be safe. It almost feels like the director and producer is trying to rip,wrench and tear some sort of sympathetic concern from this dirty lowlife.
Unfortunately, they overdid it by making the guy's "best friend" a queen of whores. It is almost as if they are trying to send a subliminal message: "See, even the world's worst kinds of people have some amount of human compassion."
While that small aspect of the film was interesting, the overall result is a basic failure to entertain. Granted, I found the artistic aspect intriguing; the "graphic novel" carry-over, reminiscent of "Sin City"; in fact, I was shocked not to see Frank Miller mentioned in the credits. I am not yet a big fan of that genre.
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