Poor

Rating: 3/10 (28 February 2017)

Keanu Reeves' John Wick returns in a sequel which delivers - exactly - more of the same.
By which I mean it delivers non-stop action in which Keanu headshots over 100 anonymous opposition items in gouts of CGI blood. As soon as he has despatched a pair, another pair emerge from the walls, exactly like video game slaughter-fodder. There is no emotional heft to this, he might as well be knocking skittles down.
There is some fisticuffs too, on broadly the same basis.
Good points: Ian McShane, offing the baddie, and the mute bodyguard.
Bad points: the utter absence of any emotional or moral consequences for the wholesale slaughter, the waste of Laurence Fishburne, and the discovery that 50% of the population of New York is made up of hit men.
I enjoyed the first one: I thought this was empty piffle.