Deborah Ross

Minor Linklater but fun: Hit Man reviewed

Who can blame the director for letting his hair down with a sexy rom-com thriller that’s not concerned with deep questions?

The star of Hit Man, Gary (Glen Powell), is a mild-mannered nebbish with bad hair, bad clothes, bad glasses, although you know what? I spotted he was probably hot under all that. Credit: Matt Lankes / Netflix 
issue 08 June 2024

Richard Linklater’s Hit Man is a minor Linklater but a minor Linklater is still an event. Also, after all those contemplative, existential films (Boyhood, the Before trilogy), who can blame him for letting his hair down with a sexy rom-com thriller that’s not concerned with deep questions. Though the film doesn’t add up to much, it is ‘based on a somewhat true story’ and it is a fun ride – somewhat.

The ‘somewhat true story’ is extraordinary, even if it’s only the starting point. The person it’s based on is Gary Johnson, who died in 2022, just before filming began. He was a Houston college professor (psychology) who also worked part-time for the police as an undercover (fake) hit man. He’d pose as an assassin, meet up with those in search of someone to eliminate their husband/wife/rival/whomever, and entrap them. (He was responsible for 70 arrests.)

Prior to the sting, he would research his victims zealously, and invent appropriate characters and disguises for their meeting, hence his reputation as ‘the Laurence Olivier of his field’.

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