The Equalizer

The film is worth seeing to watch Denzel deliver his trademark slow burn gaze.

This paint-by-numbers film, though powerful when you watch it, largely thanks to its lead actor, has no lasting emotional affect.

The movie's all about reading, especially with a critical eye, but when you take too close a look at its disparate parts, they neither add up nor have anything constructive to teach.

Noting the giant plot holes and laughing at the picture's overinflated self-importance become the closest thing it offers to entertainment. God, what a rotten movie this is.

The director, Antoine Fuqua, relies on small details, which anchor the vigilante-as-saint myth in at least a minimal degree of reality.

It's utter balderdash that could lose at least 30 minutes from its bloated running time, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that the DIY violence struck a neanderthal nerve.

The Equalizer is about as subtle as a pneumatic stapler shot to the temple. But who wants subtlety when one can bask in the glory of Denzel obliterating remorseless degenerates left and right?

Washington shines, playing McCall as a clean and orderly man, whose OCD doesn't prevent him from getting his hands dirty with the blood and grime of Boston's most rotten. He is a killing machine that almost never fails. Full review in Spanish.

Denzel’s immense gravitas and quiet power elevate this beyond a run-of-the-mill violent action thriller.

The film would collapse under its own preposterousness, not to mention its absurdly bloated running time (b-movies should not be 130 minutes long, under any circumstance) had it not had, at its centre, one of the best leading men in the business.