"The Hit" should've been a winner. It's got John Hurt as a sullen, virtually silent hitman with oil-slicked hair. It's got Terence Stamp as a career criminal and gangster who is on John Hurt's hitlist. It's got some amazingly gorgeous Spanish locations and British director Stephen Frears who has sparked many films with his directorial flair later in his career. Beautiful to behold, yet a trifle of a crime movie with more offbeat touches than any narrative tissue worth caring about.
Stamp is Willie Parker, a former London gangster who outed his associates in court and lives comfortably in a Spanish villa. The villa is an intimate place with plenty of bookcases and a typewriter and various rooms that you make you almost feel the coziness and relaxation of such a surrounding. Trouble brews immediately as a bunch of seeming hooligans invade the home space and wait for Willie to return. It turns out that Willie couldn't remain in hiding forever - John Hurt is the assassin, Mr. Braddock, who has located him and is going to kill him. But Mr. Braddock can't just kill him anywhere - he has to bring Willie to the kingpin who is waiting in Paris. But why bring him all the way to Paris? Why can't Mr. Braddock just shoot him, take a picture as proof and be done with it? Well, that would take away the potential excitement of a road movie with a killer and his assistant, along with Willie who frequently and inexplicably smiles. For rather contrived reasons that only the screenwriter could explain, Braddock intends to stay in a supposedly unoccupied Madrid apartment where they instead find the owner and his 16-year-old Spanish hooker (Laura Del Sol)! Oh, but why? As, perhaps collateral, they take the hooker with them on the road to Paris, but why? And why does Mr. Braddock, a killer with excellent aim, need Myron (Tim Roth, in his acting debut), a younger, peroxide blonde assistant or apprentice or both?
The only character of any real worth and understanding is Terence Stamp's Willie, who accepts that his life is coming to an end. He quotes from a book about death and it comes a little too late in the film yet we feel that he has accepted his eventual demise. Stamp has one solid scene with Hurt's Braddock where one senses Braddock might not want to go through with the hit. Yet "The Hit" never quite takes flight as an exciting, humorous suspense thriller or even as an astute character study. It exists through the engineering of chaotic, violent situations and one too many extraneous characters. Save for the electrifying flamenco guitar score by Paco de Lucia and terrifically framed compositions of the beautiful Spanish countryside, "The Hit" seems to waste the talents of its cast by giving them a story that doesn't amount to much other than to suggest that death is always around the corner.
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