There's a certain mysticism in seeing Michelle Rodriguez wearing a beard, to see the actress finding her identity through mutations of her body, becoming a man or a blonde. Sadly, The Assignment falls apart when actions are replaced by words, confessions and exposition. Because actions stars shouldn't act, they should just be. If it committed to welding queer theory like .45 magnum, it would have been a lot better.
Walterone và sempre omaggiato e stavolta rispetto a Jimmy Bobo saliamo di livello: un Cinema anni '70,con la ruvidezza ed il taglio tipici dei B Movie di quel periodo,in una storia cupa e malsana in cui nessuno può uscirne senza cicatrici. Michelle cruda e squadrata come non mai,ed una Weaver empatica e carismatica sino al bel finale. Bel lavoro di Hill,che ancora tiene alla grande.
While no one would mistake "Bullet to the Head" for an action masterpiece, it at least possessed the pulpy proficiency of a competent direct-to-video flick. "The Assignment" is just woefully inept. At times it wants to channel the sweaty melodrama of vintage John Woo, but the entire endeavor is crippled by a screenplay that amounts to a 90-minute infodump and saddles a talented cast with mouthfuls of exposition.
Digital. "La fine bouche" dislike it, and in fact, the combination of times is a bit clumsy and certain editing options are corny, but how long ago did a movie not remind the glorious 80s/90s Hong Kong cinema (Woo and Hark mainly)? That courage of daring against good taste and whimsy, sprawling it under an ostentatious iconoclastic energy? Maybe since Woo's "Face/Off". Rodriguez/Weaver/Hill, what an assignment!