I rocked up to Gunner fancying a no-brains B-movie bash – grizzled vet versus biker scum, what’s not to love?
First 40 minutes deliver the goods: tense family awkwardness in the woods, a bang that kicks off proper mayhem, and Hemsworth cracking skulls like he means it. Could’ve trimmed a tad for extra zip, mind. Then… poof.
Next half-hour torpedoes the lot – characters turn into cardboard cutouts, stakes evaporate, and you’re left wondering why you give a toss about anyone left standing. Poor Morgan Freeman? Glorified cameo as a wise-cracking jailbird kingpin; the man’s a national treasure, yet here he’s phoning it in from the set of his sofa.
Hemsworth looks like he’s auditioning for a protein ad, not Delta Force. Action’s all flash, no bang – fights fizzle, script’s a snooze. Loads of promise pissed away. 4.5/10; stick to the trailer, chaps.
