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02/08/19

Hobbs & Shaw (Movie Review)


Luke Hobbs likes routine. Every morning he wakes up at 6 a.m., swallows a few (dozen?) raw eggs, bench-presses a Kia or two and then sets out to save the world. 

And, by his own admission, the guy’s pretty good at it. Practice makes perfect, right? Biceps that need their own airline seat don’t hurt, either. 

Clearly, the bad guys need to step up their game.

An inscrutable, deep-pocketed and ever-so-evil secret agency known as ETEON, thinks Hobbs is the bee’s knees physically, at least. Oh, sure, the Diplomatic Secret Service agent needs a serious attitude adjustment. But if ETEON succeeds in its goal of anihilating most of humanity, Hobbs might slot perfectly into the aftermath. Why, in ETEON’s imagined future, most everyone might have necks the size of truck tires. 

But ETEON really needs to commit some serious genocide before it can consider hiring new hulking adjuncts. And there’s a virus that seems just the ticket. 

Britain’s MI6 is after the virus, too, and a hotshot squad of its agents actually gets to the virus first. But ETEON is not so easily put off. It sends in Brixton Lore, a former MI6 agent himself who thanks to his employers has received a series of cyborgian upgrades. Those upgrades have given him super strength and even a super “Spidey sense,” if you will, which allows him to track, dodge and counter any errant fists flying in his direction. We can only assume he has a killer GPS system, too. And maybe his own version of Siri or Alexa. (“Hey, Me!” He might say during one of his frequent fistfights. “Play, ‘Macarena!’”)

In a showdown for the virus, Brixton quickly kills most of the MI6 squad. Agent Hattie Shaw manages to keep the virus out of Brixton’s hands, but only by making a deeply improbable escape and injecting the virus into her own body. In 72 hours, she’ll be dead. And given the virus’ wildly contagious nature and reliable lethality, the rest of the world might quickly follow.

Clearly, Hattie’s in need of some help, and the CIA sends some. It asks Hobbs to once again consider saving the world for them. But given he’ll be going against a super-human adversary, even Hobbs might need a little help.

The CIA turns to an unlikely source: Deckard Shaw, a former British assassin who’s gone freelance. Yes, he’s an odd pick, but here’s the thing: Hattie’s his sister. He’s an old pal of Brixton’s, too. In fact, you could say that by shooting Brixton in the head a few years ago Shaw helped make Brixton the machine man he is today.

Shaw knows Hobbs as well, by the way. (For a shadowy freelance assassin, the guy’s suprisingly well connected.) Only problem is, he hates Hobbs’ guts. He hates his face. He hates every muscle fiber on Hobbs’ body, and that’s a lot of hate. 

The two get along together just about as well as peanut butter and antifreeze, as Hamilton and Burr, as Taylor Swift and any one of her ex boyfriends.

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