Even for me it’s hard to jabber much about “Welcome to the punch”. Its plot is a clutter and it struggles to attract my interest.
Jacob Sternwood (Mark Strong) is an ex-criminal enjoying his inactive retired years in icy Iceland. However when he’s son is arrested in Heathrow airport he’s got to return to London, where old friend detective Max Lewinsky (James McAvoy) follows him everywhere hoping to arrest him by mistake and finally have some self-esteem.
Max’s figure is deeply hang-up and constantly eager to be the smart-ass. He plays the defender of the weak and generally resembles that school goody-goody nerd we all knew. All attempts to restore or justify Max’s weird attitude shall fail. Personally I tried hard and many times to like him during the film.
On the other hand, Sternwood drives you bonkers with his affluent even temper. He’s almost indifferent, for his age, and for some reason manages to earn our sympathy.
The film apparently wishes not to be remembered for its bold characters and their appealing to the viewer, since everything happens in tiresome calmness.
On top of that the two heroes start to respect each other and fight for the restoration of justice in which both happen to believe.
Scriptwriter and director Eran Creevy had a good idea to make a film with 2 men starring, no women and no sex. Well the effort could be better. You can only see faces and dubious “action”, while the first complete sentence is heard later than 10 minutes. Resolution comes in 2 minutes and suspense forgot to come.
I’m gonna avoid saying anything more for the music apart from the fact it sounded like it was coming from an electrocardiogram machine.
Perhaps “Welcome to the punch” had ambitions to suggest something original, different to the mainstream Hollywood action/adventure genre. Well, they were too high.
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