From New Orleans to the South Pacific, Statham enters stealth mode as a hitman on the run.
Maybe it’s Mardi Gras… or maybe it’s just coincidence. Either way, cool action movies set in New Orleans are having a bit of a February renaissance on Peacock, where fans have a chance to catch Jason Statham skulking around the Big Easy in 2011’s The Mechanic (stream it here!) and points far beyond in Mechanic: Resurrection, its high-octane 2016 sequel (streaming on Peacock here).
A modern-day revival of the cult classic, same-named 1972 action thriller starring Charles Bronson, The Mechanic (as well as the sequel) was co-produced by Irwin Winkler and Robert Chartoff — the same producing pair who were there to launch the original 1970s IP nearly 40 years earlier, before tapping Statham to lead the franchise’s bigger-budget (and far more explosive) 2010s revival as series hero (and seemingly death-proof hitman) Arthur Bishop.
There’s probably a skin-deep comparison in these movies with the Hitman video game franchise, but the comparison’s definitely there: Sporting an almost-smooth balding look just a stubble’s edge beyond Agent 47’s famous chrome dome, Statham accepts assassination missions, relies on disguises (or whatever else the environment provides), and takes down his targets with an obedient, all-pro operator’s efficiency… until, that is, a treacherous fly in the ointment high up in the chain of command gives him a satisfying reason to go rogue.
The Mechanic: A quieter (but still badass!) side of Jason Statham
Make no mistake: There’s plenty of implausibly bonkers action in The Mechanic, complete with ridiculously elaborate set pieces that rate right up there with anything Daniel Craig’s ever done in a James Bond flick. But unlike his adrenalized anti-hero in the gonzo Crank franchise or his shoot-first smart aleck Deckard Shaw character in the Fast & Furious films, Statham puts on more of a slow-burn assassin’s show in The Mechanic.
When he’s not carrying out his next high-stakes hit mission, Arthur (Statham) likes to relax at his well-appointed bayou bachelor pad with some Schubert playing on his pricey tube-powered turntable, while hitting the garage to tinker here and there with his sweet, maroon-tinted 1960s-vintage Jaguar XK-E. If he makes a romantic pal or two along the way, well hey — it can’t be helped. But the real intrigue in Statham’s 2011 comeback flick is the movie’s confident, deliberately-paced setup for a sorta-tragic, bittersweet story of doomed mentorship between Arthur, the seasoned veteran, and Steve McKenna (an especially on-point Ben Foster), the son of a revered assassin’s contact named Harry (played to grizzled, world-weary perfection by Donald Sutherland).