Review: Wild Target
Usually unflappable hitman Bill Nighy (who is feared by reputation only because no one has ever even seen him he’s that elusive) is pestered by his elderly mother Eileen Atkins (no stranger to killing herself) to produce an heir. He’s been hired to kill a young con artist (Emily Blunt- whose name always sounds like naughty Cockney rhyming slang to me), but finds he just can’t go through with it. However, this is mostly due to circumstance (something continues to get in the way), rather than just second thoughts. Instead he saves her life in a parking garage (i.e. He kills a rival hitman for muscling in on his turf), taking along a young garage employee (Rupert Grint) for good measure as they flee Nighy’s replacements, sent by mobster Rupert Everett. Grint even manages to bump one of them off himself. Blunt, not knowing that Nighy is actually a hitman (not to mention one hired to killer her ) pays him to be her personal bodyguard and Nighy begrudgingly accepts. Needless to say,...