With many attractive situations, this movie is about some investigations. After watching his respective partners die, a New Orleans hitman and a Washington D.C. detective form an alliance in order to bring down their common enemy. Let's enjoy this movie to know detail.
Bullet to the Head is an adrenaline-fueled, rip-roaring good time that asks little of audiences while still managing to fill their most basic filmgoing needs.
Stallone can still be entertaining, but here he's got no character to play, nothing fun to say, and the craziest hair/hairpiece/scalp growth this side of John Travolta.
Sylvester Stallone shoots people in the face. That's it for subtext in this formula action swill. Why do I sound like I should expect more. Because the credits list the director as Walter Hill.
Stallone's dead eyes are betrayed only occasionally by glimmers of humanity: when he spares a would-be victim who happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, or when he takes vengeance upon a particularly bad bad guy.
Hill's eye for back alley scuzz is as strong as ever, but the story, adapted from a French graphic novel by Alexis Nolent, is so die-cut it gives neither him nor Stallone anything to work with.
