“John Wick: Chapter 4″ is the ultraviolent “An American in Paris” we needed, I suppose. And not only in Paris. Keanu Reeves, returning as the inhumanly cool assassin, grieving widower and indestructible killing machine John Wick, zigzags from New York to Osaka to Berlin, winding up in the City of Light for an old-school fateful duel at sunrise.
This is preceded by a lengthy killing spree in heavy traffic circling the Arc de Triomphe, which here looks more like an Arc de Triage, as well as a protracted, demented, movie-capping slaughter up and down the 222 steps of Rue Foyatier. Early reviews of “John Wick 4″ already have enshrined that sequence as an action classic.
Is it, though?
