A freelancing former US intelligence agent tries to track down a mysterious package that is wanted by both the Irish and the Russians.
Ronin, The Review
Ronin is one of the few action movies that I can chew on without having to regurgitate. Normally, the action film fills me with a sort of dread. In fact, per my recollection, Ronin filled me with a sort of dread the first time around (despite Robert De Niro being in the film). You see, the action film is a sort of black hole for the industry. Money gets sucked into the film but it passes a sort of event horizon, at which point no matter how much money is poured in, the movie is still terrible. Sure, it is so absolutely dumb that you can sit back and enjoy it anyway, but the fact of the matter is that by the time the action movie has passed this point of no return you know you are watching trash.
Every year, millions get sucked into this vortex and all we get out of it are surgically enhanced chest shots of women who have just been bumped up from doing soft core. Of the three dozen odd action flicks that come out in any given year, only ten are worth viewing again. Of those ten, only two or three are actually good films. Ronin was actually good.
Mind you, I am not saying that it was good for an action movie. I'm saying that Ronin was good. Period. As I have said before, I do not grade on a curve.
So two years after theatrical release, and about ten hours after finishing the DVD, I still am able to only pawn off one-liners that say that Ronin rocks. Ronin is so fast that it makes Speed look like a little kid on a scooter.