A Constant Visual Feast

If I wax and wane on Jason Statham movies as a general rule, I also, as a second general rule, tend to find them diverting even at their most adequate. A Working Man may be the first of his movies – at least the first I’ve seen in this decade; I may be forgetting a film or two from the 2010s or 2000s – that felt like a slog to get through. Pardon me for being glib, but the problems I kept running into tie back to its Stathaminess; there’s a notable drop in energy level and ABPM* compared to last year’s The Beekeeper, Statham’s first joint with David Ayer, who loses all the steam he built up in that much sillier, and much stronger, project. 

So: can Statham keep doing movies like these? Or should he move on to different, and perhaps greener, pastures where he can flex his comedy muscles**? It’s all here in my piece for Men’s Health.

*Ass-beatings per minute.
**Here’s to you, Spy.