
I’ve covered this topic at length in my effusive piece on his performance in The Nice Guys so I won’t repeat myself more here. There’s something about the way he subverts that tough guy image the manner in which he can convey annoyance, confusion, and mischievous glee and the volumes of expression found in those sleepy eyes. What’s less often mentioned, though, is just how incredible his comedic chops can be.

Which is entirely fair, considering that he’s one of the best contemporary actors to fill that niche. An actor who in many people’s heads probably still exists to fill the roles of characters who might be described as tough, laconic men of quick violence but who also happen to possess hidden reservoirs of feeling and a compelling aura of pathos. A horrible, unsavory task, I know, but follow me into the fray if you have the stomach for it. Starring Ryan Gosling, with Chris Evans, Ana de Armas, and Billy Bob Thornton supporting, The Gray Man is not the worst film Netflix has put out by any means, but it is yet another example of the kind of bland and insipid anti-cinema that has become their trademark.īut let’s take a step back for a minute and consider Ryan Gosling. Well, it’s either them or Dustin, who I can’t help but imagine giggling with glee when he saw the words ‘Netflix’, ‘CIA’, and ‘Russo brothers’, and he knew immediately who to assign the review to. Nevertheless, when I read the logline of their latest release, The Gray Man, I was surprised: It seemed like they were now trolling me personally.

At this point, having now reviewed a fair number of the at-best- bland-at-worst- terrible films they put out, I would say that I’m prepared for whatever subpar release Netflix have ready at any given moment.
