It only took 125 years of moviemaking, but The Misfits has finally given us the cinematic equivalent of a wet willie. That might sound a smidge dramatic, but after 94 miserable minutes of this sweaty, obnoxious action bonanza, I wanted to scrub out both my ears with soap.

Some audiences may find this film to be too mannered and deliberate, but I enjoyed watching Christoph Waltz’s character spin the webs that will eventually ensnare him.

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Wynne and Penkovsky were real men with everything to lose, and we feel real terror as they try to stay a step ahead of the KGB. The film occasionally pivots to the ethical quagmire of Brosnahan and Wright, and it loses a little steam in the process.

Vanquish looks like it was funded with somebody’s allowance money. And if that were the case, if a bunch of plucky ragamuffins actually cobbled their lunch money to make this movie, I’d slap two more stars on this review. Alas, nope.

This is probably a good time to say it again: The gaudy goriness of Nobody ain’t for everybody. Lots of heads get blown off; bones are snapped like kindling.

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