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  • Action Legend John Woo Relives His Hong Kong Days, as Hard-to-See ‘Hard Boiled’ and ‘The Killer’ Get Another Shot With Audiences

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    We take it for granted today, but John Woo has one of the most recognizable visual signatures of any living filmmaker. Back in the mid-1980s, what started in Hong Kong reverberated around the world, as Woo — who was then stuck at the lowest point of his career — elevated action to art, finding poetry in the medium’s most destructive genre.

    For many years, and for no good reason, it was all but impossible for international audiences to see the three John Woo movies that saved his career, launched Chow Yun-fat to stardom and revolutionized action cinema forever. They are, in chronological order, “A Better Tomorrow” (1986), “The Killer” (1989) and “Hard Boiled” (1992), and all three are playing in stunning 4K restorations this week at the Lumière Festival in Lyon, France, where Woo will be on hand to introduce his first three masterpieces.

    Before flying overseas, the 79-year-old legend was gracious enough to welcome me into his headquarters in West Los Angeles, which overlooks the Getty Museum. The suite offers a panoramic view of the city Woo now calls home, and yet I found myself staring at the walls, on which hang giant posters for his most influential movies.

    In the corner, separated by a tall glass wall — the kind it’s easy to imagine Chow crashing through in slow motion, with guns blazing in both hands — Woo’s office is decorated with enormous posters for two classics by French director Jean-Pierre Melville: “Le Cercle Rouge,” with Alain Delon, and “L’Aîné des Ferchaux,” starring Jean-Pierre Belmondo. I can tell this is going to be a good conversation, since Melville is my favorite director, too.

    “When I was young, I wrote quite a lot of poems,” Woo tells me. “I have always imagined that no matter what happens in this world, there is always some kind of beauty existing. And I also like romanticism. My style was greatly influenced by European movies, and especially Jacques Demy’s movie, ‘The Umbrellas of Cherbourg.’”

    This isn’t what I expected to hear. With Woo, the connection to French crime films is clear: Melville was obsessive about American genre cinema. He studied, absorbed and ultimately improved upon the codes in such film noir classics as “This Gun for Hire” and “Odds Against Tomorrow.” Decades later, Woo did the same with Melville’s movies (“Le Samouraï” and “Le Cercle Rouge” in particular).

    But a musical like “The Umbrellas of Cherbourg,” which explodes with color and ends in tears? It’s not the first reference that comes to mind.

    “When I’m making an action movie, I don’t see it is an action movie,” Woo explains. “It’s like a painting or a poem, sometimes even like a musical. I’m aiming for that kind of feel, because I’m a dreamer. I think that’s my style because I always have some kind of beautiful dream in my mind.”

    Woo’s first filmmaking job was working as assistant director for Shaw Brothers veteran Chang Cheh. At a time when the Hong Kong industry was dominated by sex comedies and kung fu movies, Chang taught him the principles of dynamic action. And though he never studied any of the martial arts, Woo has always loved dance, which made all the difference in how he stages gun battles.

    “I was a pretty good dancer when I was young,” says Woo, who choreographs the balletic action scenes in his films himself. “When it comes to the action in a movie, it’s all about the beauty of the body movement and the fighting skill.”

    In the 1970s, Woo had a successful run directing comedies and other projects that might now seem off-brand to his fans, like the 1976 Cantonese opera “Princess Chang Ping” and low-budget action comedy “Money Crazy.” That changed in the early ’80s, when Woo hit a rough patch. “My movies didn’t work at all, and then I became a box office poison,” he says with a chuckle. “I was looked down on by so many people, and some of my friends even said I should retire.”

    Meanwhile, Woo’s friend and fellow director Tsui Hark was on a hot streak, which put him in the ideal position with Golden Princess, a new production company with money to spend and limited experience in cinema. Unhappy to see talented peers unable to find work, Tsui used the opportunity to produce projects for Woo and others.

    “He’s a good man,” Woo says. “He liked helping the others, so if he saw anyone out of a job who couldn’t get a movie, he supported them.” It was Tsui’s idea to make a gangster movie that a family audience could watch — what became “A Better Tomorrow” — which Tsui would produce and Woo could direct.

    “That was my first auteur film,” Woo recalls. “He encouraged me to put myself into the movie, to make the movie my own. And he let me change all the dialogue, to say what I really wanted to say from my heart.”

    For years, Woo had been wanting to make a film like “Le Samouraï,” but no one would give him the opportunity. At last, he was being given the green light to incorporate his personal style into a project, dressing Chow in a stiff trench coat — a nod to both Alain Delon and his favorite Japanese star, Ken Takakura — and giving the character a strict code of honor that would become a Woo signature. (At the time, the director felt the younger generation had lost appreciation for traditional morals, so he designed the dynamic between Chow and Ti Lung’s characters — which reminded Chinese audiences of the bond they felt toward old schoolmates — to reinforce the values of brotherhood, friendship and sacrifice.)

    “Before ‘A Better Tomorrow,’ I didn’t have much chance to try this kind of a style. Because I never got any support from the studio or anyone, I wasn’t able to experiment,” he says.

    Working with Tsui for Golden Princess was different. So long as the films were profitable, the financiers left them alone.

    “We had a lot of creative freedom,” Woo remembers. “There was a trust between us, so we could do whatever we wanted, so every director, they had a great opportunity to try something new, something they had never done before.”

    As far as the investors were concerned, Tsui and Woo knew the market. By keeping the budgets tight, they could be reasonably sure the films would break even — and many were wildly successful (“A Better Tomorrow” broke all box office records in Hong Kong, prompting a sequel, even though Chow’s character had been killed in the original).

    “Since we were trusting each other, there was no need to give them a completed script. We just let them know the idea, the rough budget and the shooting schedule,” Woo says. “Their main concern was about the casting, if you can find somebody who could guarantee you make money.”

    Working for Chang back in the day, Woo had watched his mentor turn unknown actors into stars. And of course, he had developed his own strategies over the years. “I know how to use all kind of tools to help the actors,” he says. “I know what kind of lens will make him look good and what kind of angle. And the size will bring out his very special quality.”

    With Chow, Woo saw something in the actor (who was a popular TV star, but nothing on the level of what followed) no one else had. Watching a show called “The Bund,” Woo noticed how the actor’s eyes helped tell the story and cast him against type as a triad gangster given a chance to redeem himself.

    “He had never punched a guy in his whole life,” says Woo, who tailors the action to each actor he works with. He might try to find out what sports a given performer prefers — like running or swimming — and then model his movement accordingly, incorporating that into his choreography. Woo even considers the size of his actors’ trigger finger when selecting the right guns for them to use in a shootout. “If he’s got a long finger, then he could be holding a little bit bigger guns. If he has a short finger like me, then he’ll hold a pistol, not too long.”

    One of Woo’s signatures — actors holding two handguns, firing with both barrels at the same time — has an unexpected origin. “I’d seen a lot of Westerns,” Woo says, but he wasn’t thinking of cowboys with holsters on each hip. On “A Better Tomorrow,” he wanted to shoot the definitive gun battle in Hong Kong movie history, but Woo figured, “if he’s a professional killer and he’s a true hero, he would never use a machine gun. It’s too easy and not elegant.”

    Woo had a clear idea of the sound he wanted — he could hear the drumbeat in his head — but had never owned a gun in his life, so he asked the props team for help. The weapons experts suggested a semiautomatic Beretta 92F handgun that could fire up to 15 rounds nonstop, though the tempo wasn’t fast enough. Then Woo had an idea: “How about using two guns?” By staggering the rhythm, where Chow alternated pulling the trigger with each hand, Woo got the “music” he wanted.

    “A Better Tomorrow” was a huge hit in Hong Kong, which gave Woo a chance to make several more movies for Golden Princess. He had even more creative control on “The Killer.” Tsui was busy producing other films at the time, leaving Woo to do what he wanted — which, in this case, was a poetic hitman movie, à la Melville’s “Le Samouraï,” where an assassin sacrifices himself for the lounge singer who witnesses his crime.

    “I had the whole movie in my mind,” says Woo, who shot without a script, instructing the actors and crew what he wanted with each scene on set. According to the director, they thought he was making another “Better Tomorrow” and weren’t expecting something so romantic.

    When “The Killer” was invited to screen at the Toronto Film Festival, Woo was instantly recognized as a visionary talent by international critics. The director’s most bombastic movie by far, “Hard Boiled” made him an even hotter commodity abroad. The plot was inspired by a Japanese news report that had deeply disturbed Woo, about a lunatic guilty of poisoning baby formula. Ever the moralist (despite the level of violence in his films), Woo flipped the idea to focus on two cops who wind up protecting innocent hospital patients — including a ward full of newborn babies — from a ruthless triad boss.

    “What surprised me was how it got such a warm welcome from the Western world,” says Woo, who started to get offers to work in Hollywood.

    “The biggest reason I came to Hollywood was because I wanted to learn something new. At the same time, I tried to prove my style could also work in a Hollywood movie,” says Woo, whose signature techniques — slow-motion cinematography, gravity-defying choreography, over-the-top pyrotechnics — were already influencing Western directors like Robert Rodriguez and Luc Besson.

    Woo wasn’t quite prepared for how much stricter the American industry was about everything, from second-guessing the director to how violence is depicted. (His first Hollywood feature, “Hard Target,” earned an NC-17 rating on that front.)

    In America, Woo observes, “The studio and the big star had so much control. They have final approval of the script and the supporting roles. But in Hong Kong, the director is everything.”

    On “Hard Target,” Belgian bodybuilder-cum-action hero Jean-Claude Van Damme wanted a say in how Woo cut the footage. The Hong Kong helmer was lucky to have producers Sam Raimi, Jim Jacks and Rob Tapert in his corner. “When the star tried to control the editing, they threw him out,” he says.

    Woo’s best American studio experience was making “Face/Off,” which had been conceived as a more overtly sci-fi scenario set 200 years in the future. Woo wasn’t comfortable with that genre or the visual effects it would have required, so it was rewritten as a more contemporary “human drama” (in Woo’s words).

    What made it so satisfying, apart from all that stars John Travolta and Nicolas Cage brought to their characters, was having the full support of Paramount chairman Sherry Lansing. The way Woo tells it, Lansing gathered the entire crew at the outset and told the room, “All I want is a John Woo movie. So no one should give him any notes.”

    But there was a harsh trade-off for all the creative freedom Woo had enjoyed in Hong Kong: Golden Princess owned the rights to all the films he and Tsui had made, which they parceled up and sold to different territories. Then the company went under, and the films fell out of circulation in most parts of the world. “So the Hong Kong movies we had made became just like a memory,” says Woo, who’s delighted to see them finally restored and back in circulation, since Shout! Studios acquired the Golden Princess library earlier this year.

    The reason Woo was able to remake “The Killer” last year can be explained by a fluke over film rights: Nearly three decades ago, Columbia had wanted to do an American “cover” version, but couldn’t get it off the ground. Many screenwriters and directors had come and gone from the project, without success.

    “It never came together. And then after 20 years, they gave the rights back to us,” Woo says. He was working in China, shooting “Red Cliff” at the time, but he was intrigued by Brian Helgeland’s idea of gender-flipping the killer, so Chow Yun-fat’s character would be a woman.

    “When I came back, I really got excited, because I had never considered a female killer before,” he says.

    According to Woo, his biggest regret about the Golden Princess period — and the film he’ll never be able to fully recover — is 1990’s “Bullet in the Head” (the film he made between “The Killer” and “Hard Boiled”).

    “The original cut was three hours, but for the Hong Kong release, I was forced to cut it down to two hours,” he explains. Woo had to slash several scenes he was proud of to appease the producers. Once Woo came to Hollywood and had earned enough money, he tried to buy the rights to the movie, but it was too late: The Hong Kong lab that held onto the deleted footage had thrown it out after a year. “They only get saved for one year, and then they are thrown away like garbage,” he says.

    The good news is that Woo’s other Golden Princess projects have survived and can now be rediscovered by audiences who grew up on “The Matrix” and the John Wick movies.

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    Peter Debruge

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  • ‘The Crown’ Rules Over Netflix TV Top 10; ‘The Killer’ Takes No. 1 For Film

    ‘The Crown’ Rules Over Netflix TV Top 10; ‘The Killer’ Takes No. 1 For Film

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    Audiences were eagerly awaiting the final season of The Crown.

    Part 1 of Season 6 debuted on November 16, quickly racking up 11.1M views in its first few days on Netflix. That was enough to boost it to No. 1 on the English-language TV charts for the week of November 13 to 19. According to Netflix, the new episodes were No. 1 in 44 countries and among the Top 10 in 85.

    The final episodes are set to debut on December 14, meaning that The Crown is likely to appear in the Top 10 through the end of the year.

    In second place last week was Matt Rife’s new stand-up special, Natural Selection. The special managed 7.4M views in its debut week. That was followed by All The Light We Cannot See, which was down from first place the week prior, with an additional 5.7M views. Netflix says the World War II limited series reached the Top 10 in 93 countries.

    The TV list was rounded out with some unscripted content, including Escaping Twin Flames and Season 7 of Selling Sunset.

    As for the film side of things, David Fincher’s The Killer stole first place for the second consecutive week with 22.3M views — by far the most-watched title this week. In just two weeks, the film has racked up about 50M views, putting it well on its way to Netflix’s most popular list. Extraction 2 is currently in tenth place with just over 134M views in its first 91 days.

    Best.Christmas.Ever! also made its debut on the Top 10, coming in at No. 2 with 16.3M views.

    Returning to the list were romantic thriller Locked In (UK) in fourth place (5.1M views), Paw Patrol: The Movie in eighth place (2.7M views) and Pain Hustlers, starring Emily Blunt and Chris Evans, in ninth place (2.6M views). 

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    Katie Campione

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  • Maybe Listening to Depeche Mode Instead of The Smiths Would Make You A Better Hitman: The Killer

    Maybe Listening to Depeche Mode Instead of The Smiths Would Make You A Better Hitman: The Killer

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    After a project as sentimental (in large part due to being written by Jack Fincher) as David Fincher’s last one, Mank, one might believe that, on the surface, The Killer is an “edgier,” more “hard-boiled” movie. But the truth is, the eponymous killer in question (Michael Fassbender) is just a big teddy bear. Hence, his repeated playing of The Smiths while on the job or otherwise. Of course, listening to The Smiths might not necessarily be a dead giveaway (no pun intended) of a person’s empathy. In fact, based on Morrissey’s more recent “brand” (characterized by a generally white supremacist, “Britain First,” anti-immigrant stance), one could argue that listening to The Smiths is very much the mark of someone willing to kill. And yet, for those who can still only focus on the lyrics sung by Morrissey, rather than the words said by him in a public forum, it’s hard to forget that he was once a spokesperson for the downtrodden and marginalized. Those who were relegated to the fringes of society for their “strangeness.” But naturally, that sort of messaging was bound to evolve into becoming a “security blanket” for serial killers and incels. 

    The Killer, surprisingly, doesn’t fall into the latter category, as we quickly find out after he botches a hit in Paris. But not before he gives the rundown on what it truly “is” to be hitman. Delivering his internal monologues like a clinical “how-to,” the first “chapter” of the movie finds The Killer at his most Patrick Bateman/Tyler Durden-y. Not least of which is because of his calm, stoic tone as he says things like, “If you are unable to endure boredom, this work is not for you.” Indeed, The Killer seems determined to debunk the myth of “hitmanning” as something “glamorous” more for himself than anyone else. And yet, it’s obvious that he can’t deny the glamor it has afforded him. The “culturedness” he feels he possesses as a result of being ping-ponged back and forth between far-flung travel destinations. To places like Paris, where most people will only ever dream of visiting. As a matter of fact, The Killer is sure to wax poetic about said town when he remarks, “Paris awakens unlike any other city. Slowly. Without the diesel grind of Berlin or Damascus. Or the incessant hum of Tokyo.” Such overt love for the unique ways in which Paris sets itself apart (that word is also key to understanding how The Killer sees himself) likely stems from the screenplay, written by Andrew Kevin Walker, being based on French writer Alexis “Matz” Nolent’s graphic novel (illustrated by Luc Jacamon) of the same name. In truth, part of what lends the film such a, let’s say, “Guy Ritchie flair” (no offense to Fincher) is its basis on such source material (side note: Ritchie has a graphic novel series called The Gamekeeper). 

    Despite Paris’ uniqueness, it certainly does attract quite an army of basic bitches (ahem, Emily Cooper—and, quelle surprise, the same block where Emily’s apartment is located in Emily in Paris is also used as the filming location for where The Killer’s mark lives). Which actually makes it the perfect place to hide amongst the “normals.” Not that The Killer sees himself as anything particularly special. As he puts it, “I’m not exceptional. I’m just…apart.” The Killer additionally informs us that there is no such thing as luck, destiny or “justice.” Life is a random smattering of occurrences before which we all eventually die. Such nihilism is befitting of an avid The Smiths listener, but, in reality, more so a Depeche Mode listener. And The Killer might actually have turned out to be more adept at his job had he opted for the latter band as part of his “Work Playlist.” Alas, he favors the electric guitar melancholy of The Smiths to the electronic melancholy of Depeche Mode. 

    To be sure, listening to Depeche Mode as one’s “killing soundtrack” would be more in line with (unknowingly) quoting occultist Aleister Crowley by saying, “In the meantime, ‘Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.’” All of this callous, calculated posturing, we quickly find out, is nothing more than the internal “Jesus Prayer” he repeats to himself on a loop in order to keep doing the job…to keep assuring himself that he wants to do it. And yes, there’s even an official mantra for that “Jesus Prayer”—one he repeats before every kill: “Stick to your plan. Anticipate, don’t improvise. Trust no one. Never yield an advantage. Fight only the battle you’re paid to fight. Forbid empathy. Empathy is weakness. Weakness is vulnerability. Each and every step of the way, ask yourself: what’s in it for me? This is what it takes. What you must commit yourself to. If you want to succeed.” And then, of course, he biffs the shot—missing his intended old rich white man mark so that it instead hits the dominatrix “entertaining” him. This gross error, needless to say, goes against everything The Killer has tried to get both himself and the viewer to believe about who he is up until now. Not to mention the fact that those lines about forbidding empathy because it’s a weakness are in direct contrast to 1) listening to The Smiths ad nauseam and 2) the majority of lyrics written by The Smiths. 

    Yet perhaps what keeps The Killer on the hook with this highly dangerous profession is the obvious masochistic adrenaline rush he gets from it. To that end, it’s apparent that for as blasé and “put upon” as he is by his work, he still “loves” it. Or at least, the aspects of it that require more “creativity” on his part. “Staged accidents, gradual poisonings,” that sort of thing. But more than having “enthusiasm” (of a Daria Morgendorffer nature) for the art of being a hitman, he seems to relish most of all the idea that doing this work is what sets him apart from what he calls “the many.” The plebes, the hoi polloi. Those foolish (or, perhaps more accurately, “nice”) enough to let themselves be exploited. So it is that he warns, “From the beginning, the few have always exploited the many. This is the cornerstone of civilization. The blood in the mortar that binds all bricks. Whatever it takes, make sure you’re one of the few, not one of the many.” In choosing to be a hitman, that’s essentially what The Killer is trying to make sure of for himself. Paired with a steadily applied aura of “I don’t care” and “Nothing means anything,” this is The Killer’s bid to spare himself from any pain…or guilt. At one point, just before taking the botched shot, he even insists, “If I’m effective, it’s because of one simple fact: I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.”

    But oh, how he gives a fuck. A big fuck. That’s what the audience is about to witness as the true genre of the The Killer becomes unveiled after “Chapter One”: revenge. A movie trope as tried-and-true as PB&J, The Killer quickly becomes reminiscent of Kill Bill: Vol. 1 as our hitman sets out to seek and destroy the parties responsible for brutalizing his beloved live-in girlfriend, Magdala (Sophie Charlotte). Indeed, the sudden revelation of her existence is, again, counterintuitive to everything he’s tried to tell us about himself. The discovery of her vicious assault (told by a trail of blood throughout their house as Portishead’s “Glory Box” plays loudly) is an unwanted “plot twist” he learns of almost immediately upon returning to Santo Domingo. But then, it was already The Killer who warned us, “Of those who like to put their faith in mankind’s inherent goodness, I have to ask: based on what, exactly?” And based on the state of Magdala, it can be said that there is only inherent evil in this world. Even if some would argue “karma,” “you reap what you sow,” etc. of what happened to The Killer’s girlfriend. Still, it’s not as though Magdala ever hurt anyone (as far as we know). Why should she be the one to suffer the consequences of The Killer’s error?

    Luckily, one supposes, she has a man willing to go on an odyssey to avenge her bodily violation (by the same token, she’s unlucky enough to be in love with a hitman that would create the sort of circumstances in which such a horrible thing could happen to her). An odyssey that takes him through New Orleans, St. Petersburg (Florida, not Russia), Beacon (where Tilda Swinton is given her moment to shine as The Expert) and, finally, Chicago. Right back to the very source of how this whole vicious circle began: the client. A billionaire named Claybourne (Arliss Howard) who swears to The Killer that he has no problem with him. That any “trail scrubbing” that was done had been a result of Hodges’ (Charles Parnell)—The Killer’s “handler”—advisement. Being “green” to the game of taking out a hit, Claybourne readily agreed to such a recommendation…never anticipating that the “blowback” he hoped to avoid would instead come in the form of the hitman himself. 

    Seemingly “satisfied” with the billionaire’s answer, The Killer leaves him unscathed in his deluxe apartment in the sky (funnily enough, the name George Jefferson happens to be one of The Killer’s many aliases). Which might be the most telling of all regarding his weakness, his propensity for being just like one of the “many” so willing to be exploited by the few. 

    From the drab, gray cinematography of the Chicago section, Fincher cuts back to the bright vibrancy of Santo Domingo, where a healed Magdala awaits The Killer poolside in their backyard. Perhaps sensing our preparedness to call him a sellout after all that railing against empathy and vulnerability, The Killer reasons, “Maybe you’re just like me. One of the many” (still a narcissistic way to phrase it; you know, instead of saying, “Maybe I’m just like you”). At this, his eye twitches, as though it pains him to admit it. But admit it he does. And then comes the rolling of the credits to the tune of “There Is A Light That Never Goes Out.” Ironic, considering The Killer’s full-time job was to, let’s say, “dim lights.” 

    But the song lyric from The Smiths that remains most apropos (and which serves as the very first one The Killer plays in the film) is from “Well I Wonder”: “Gasping, dying/But somehow still alive/This is the final stand of all I am.” When applied to The Killer, it’s evident that the final stand of all he is remains merely, ugh, human…and he needs to be loved; hence, weak and vulnerable. So, again, if you want to be a truly cold-blooded hitman: Depeche Mode for the win.

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • David Fincher Is Back With ‘The Killer’ Trailer

    David Fincher Is Back With ‘The Killer’ Trailer

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    The acclaimed director of films like Se7en, Zodiac, and Gone Girl is back with yet another dark thriller. David Fincher’s The Killer has a limited theatrical release on October 27 — that’s today — followed by a Netflix debut on November 10 of 2023.

    The film is based on a French graphic novel of the same name by Alexis Nolent. Based on the latest trailer for the movie, it appears very much like most of Fincher’s other movies. It’s stylish and sleek with tons of quick cuts, while still staying grounded and realistic.

    The main character is an assassin and a very good one at that. He accomplishes his prowess through the suppression of any and all empathy. Of course, that comes along with another host of problems. The film has actually been in the works since 2007. Unfortunately, it took until around 2021 to actually find backers for the project. The final cast consists of Michael Fassbender in the title role, alongside Arliss Howard, Charles Parnell, Kerry O’Malley, Sala Baker, Sophie Charlotte, and Tilda Swinton.

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    So far, the film is receiving mostly positive reviews, with praise centering mostly around the direction and the leading man, Michael Fassbender. At the 80th Venice International Film Festival, the film was nominated for a Golden Lion. It also won an award for its soundtrack, composed by Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails fame and Atticus Ross.

    You can watch the trailer below:

    Here is the film’s official synopsis:

    After a fateful near-miss an assassin battles his employers, and himself, on an international manhunt he insists isn’t personal.

    The Killer is now playing in select theaters. It premieres on Netflix on November 10.

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    Cody Mcintosh

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