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Hitman's Wife's Bodyguard Ryan Reynolds, Salma Hayek and Samuel L Jackson.
We’re all held hostage… Ryan Reynolds, Salma Hayek and Samuel L Jackson in The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard. Photograph: David Appleby/AP
We’re all held hostage… Ryan Reynolds, Salma Hayek and Samuel L Jackson in The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard. Photograph: David Appleby/AP

The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard review – a nausea whack

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This action comedy sequel is even more cliched and crass than the original

The thuddingly stupid 2017 action comedy The Hitman’s Bodyguard gets the sequel it deserves. If anything, The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard is even more obnoxious and lazy, with a screenplay that imposes a thankless “Mexican hellcat” cliche of a role on Salma Hayek, and which eschews jokes in favour of lots of shouty swearing.

The dismal dialogue wouldn’t matter quite so much if at least the action sequences delivered a few thrills, but the whole thing is so shoddily put together it looks as though it was edited with a strimmer. Ryan Reynolds does himself very few favours in a role that trades on his least likable characteristics (the smirk and the fake tan).

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