Swede Joel Kinnaman in John Woo's latest has absolutely zero dialogue. None, nada, zilch.
It's bonkers that way (!), placing the entire film's burden of success on the shoulders of the fight and action-sequence choreography.
Needless to say, it's wall-to-wall violence.
I enjoyed it, as did perhaps half the theater.
The other half, on the other hand, were very meh about the production.
Not to overgeneralize, but just sampling from those chittering after the film as we exited the theater, I'd say the husbands were pro-vengeance, and the wives were wondering why no one speaks in the film.