to stop playing nice and start playing nasty. what is happening? don't call 911. while the premise may sound like an unholy mishmash of taken and a history of violence, nobody is actually a total hoot thanks to a playfully hard—boiled script by derek kolstad, energetic direction by ilya naishuller, who made 2015's hardcore henry, and a wonderfully deadpan central performance by odenkirk. you should've seen it go up. it was something. in supporting roles, alexey serebryakov chews the scenery magnificently as hutch's murderous nemesis, while christopher lloyd has huge fun playing the star's equally deadly dad. you brought a lot of shotguns! you brought a lot of russians! there are laugh—out—loud gags about kitty cat bracelets and crunchy punch—ups that recall the fight scenes from john wick, with which this shares a key producer. it all adds up to a deliciously guilty pleasure, a near—perfectly executed slice of b—movie mayhem that's more fun than any movie this had head—crackingly