There’s a certain suspension of disbelief required for all cinema, an acceptance that what we’re seeing on screen is “reality” rather than a bunch of actors, lighting specialists, sound techs, set builders, cinematographers and a director all collaborating to tell a compelling story. With some genres of film, there’s a second level of belief required, one where the viewer has to also accept the basic premise of the film.
What makes it all worse is that The Mechanic is a remake of a tough 70’s action film starring everyman Charles Bronson. Bronson brought a vulnerability, a “tough guy on the corner” energy to his roles that made a lot of his films shine, even with their predictable stories. The earlier version of The Mechanic rolled out a different cliche, however: the assassin who wants to retire, but has to train his replacement (Jan-Michael Vincent in the original). A more complicated father/son dynamic and a grittier feel make it a superior film to the Statham remake.
psst: nice product placement, Apple!