The Mechanic has got to be one of the most macho films I’ve ever seen.
How macho is it?
It’s so macho, it makes Rambo seem like Steel Magnolias.
It’s so macho, it’s just like the Charles Bronson original—only macho-er.
It’s so macho, one of the characters carries a Chihuahua on a pink leash—and it’s still macho.
Okay, you get the point.
Jason Statham, a popular B-movie action star I simply don’t get (he’s like Bruce Willis with 5 percent more facial hair and 80 percent less charm) plays Arthur Bishop, a stealth hitman, aka, a mechanic. The shady guy he works for (Tony Goldwyn, professional shady-guy-portrayer) manages to convince Arthur that his mentor Harry (Donald Sutherland) betrayed the company. So Arthur kills Harry. But he feels bad about it. At least I think he does. Statham maybe blinks a little harder than usual after he does it.