Review head of state – John Cena and Idris Elba sell an Amazon Fun Throwback comedy | Action and adventure films

RAther to give the world an escape, the heads of state, the comedy of the friend’s return from Amazon, issues the tension of American foreign relations. The suicide veterans Squad Idris Elba and John Cena are redeployed in this firearm program of the director of person Ilya Naïsuller, respectively, as British Prime Minister and American president in Loggerheads. President Derringer, barely six months in power, wants the PM for not having done more to help him be elected. Prime Minister Clarke, a six -year -old holder embedded in a crisis in approval ratings, has already rejected the president – a former fanfaron action hero – as Schwarzenegger Blindoff. After a joint press conference on the side and spoils the announcement of an energy initiative supported by NATO, the pair is forced by an Air Force walk to help repair the damage caused by public relations – but that is getting worse when the plane is shot.

It turns out that the NATO energy thing has been attached to a nuclear scientist that the alliance forces neutralized to trigger the threat of another Hiroshima – and his father, a psycho weapons merchant named Viktor Gradov (a tightening paddy considered), is determined to take revenge. In fact, the two -hour film opens with Noel – an agent of skull cracking played by Priyanka Chopra – leading a secret strike on Grav in the middle of the famous Tomatina festival in Buñol, Spain, which turns when she and her team fell into food fight. This sloppy operation – part of a wider sabotage, as we learn later – is a summit when the president and the Prime Minister bail out the Air Force One (subattec from the outside and the interior) in Belarusian wood. From there, they must find their way to Safe Harbor – not knowing who they can trust when they get there, of course. During all this time, they are chased by the handswoman of Grav, Sasha and Olga “The Killers”, that Aleksandr Kuznetsov and Katrina Durden play like Boris and Natasha, but more evil.

This is the kind of summer painting features by painting that would have attracted a crowd in 2013 – when Olympus fell and the White House made serious box office numbers. The fact that Amazon MGM went directly to streaming with him, instead of making an exclusive theatrical outing first, speaks volumes about the state of the game in the film industry – and, perhaps, the mixed reception for the G20, their shooting directly away from the female president who must fight from a world summit.

But when a head of the Bezos studio could argue that Viola Davis is not a solo draw (even if her work corpus suggests), the lack of faith in the theatrical potential of the heads is beyond understanding. John Cena remains one, otherwise THE The largest draw in the professional struggle, while appearing in everything, from the fast and furious franchise to the Simpsons. Idris, Big Star (Hobbs & Shaw) and small screen (Luther, The Wire), was presented as a possible james Bond successor for a solid decade. Chopra is a Bollywood superstar who managed to pivot to network television and married a brother of Jonas. Why did Amazon think that this film would not manage well at the Cineplex?

They should have had more confidence in their tracks, which all answer the three performance profile for a popcorn thriller. Elba in particular does a clever job to switch from her strange couple of chemistry with Cena (the exceptional actor-trainer in addition to Dave Bautista who can Really Play the margins between difficult and tender) to romantic chemistry with Chopra (which can kick the ass and punch like in the quantico era). The rest of the distribution also offers. Richard Coyle plays against his type of coupling as a right hand of the PM, while Sarah Niles – with her “slut, please” face “at rest – is again a study in all force as a help and the best bud of the president. Stephen Root, a double hacker agent, is still a treat. And Jack Quaid, freshly out by playing in the lead in Novocaine, the hatch so strong in his appearances as guardian of the CIA Safe House that he wins his own scene of final credits.

Throughout, Naishuller is preparing action sequences that leave a lot of room for falls and liners. (The PM, a veterinarian of the royal army, exploding a bomb of smoke opposite; word games are Christmas love language; etc.) and writing – a team effort between Josh Appelbaum and André Nemec (Ghost Protocol) and Harrison Query (who also obtains a history credit) – has command. When two major characters disappeared for songs from the film (Chopra had left for almost an hour), they would brings them back intelligently with an Edgar Wright style editing where they were. The bleeding hearts will continue to monitor the sermon on the value of NATO as a peacekeeping force, and may look out when it ends with a massive shooting.

Fun, ardent and completely frivolous heads of state are a perfect summer film with great potential for future suites. (The final scene certainly establishes this.) But having it launched first in theaters next time could take a global coalition. Do we have the votes?