Extraction review: Chris Hemsworth stars in another testosterone-charged, heroic fantasy – The Independent

Dir: Sam Hargrave. Starring: Chris Hemsworth, Rudhraksh Jaiswal, Randeep Hooda, Golshifteh Farahani, Priyanshu Painyuli, David Harbour. 18 cert, 116mins

Extraction belongs to an irrepressible genre of cinema: that of the action thriller with its gun-toting white man sent to rampage through exotic locales. This new entry, released on Netflix, comes from the pen of Joe Russo, best known for the Marvel blockbusters that he directed with his brother Anthony, including Avengers: Endgame. Its an adaptation of his own graphic novel Ciudad, though the setting has shifted from South America toAsia tellingly, with few repercussions to the story. Bangladesh now has its very own Pablo Escobar, with his penchant for cutting off fingers and unbuttoned shirts paired with stacks of gold chains. Its a vision of foreign brutality treated as wholly interchangeable, without the weight of political or social consciousness.

In Mumbai, a schoolboy (Rudhraksh Jaiswal) languishes in stately isolation, surrounded by the chrome, glass, and marble of his fathers ultra-minimalist home. After hes suddenly abducted from outside a local nightclub, its revealed that hes the son of Indias most prominent drug lord. His kidnappers work for Bangladeshs most prominent drug lord, Amir Asif (Priyanshu Painyuli). Presumably, this is just business as usual. A black market mercenary, Tyler Rake (Chris Hemsworth), is called in to extract the kid the title really is that on the nose from Amirs base of operations in Dhaka. The rescue is a breeze, but leaving the city proves trickier. Amir has sway over both the police and the army, so every bridge and road out has been blocked.

The stage is set for all the usual ambushes, showdowns, and betrayals. Admittedly, theres some ingenuity in how director Sam Hargrave handles the material. Like John Wicks Chad Stahelski and David Leitch before him, hes a stunt coordinator-turned-director, having served as Chris Evanss stunt double for several of his appearances as Captain America. And, like his predecessors, he shows a clear desire to plunge his audiences right into the heart of the action. In an 11-minute sequence made to look like a single, unbroken take, we follow Tyler as he darts in and out of tenement apartments and scurries along rooftops. The camera hovers around him like a particularly determined housefly.

While Extraction certainly takes advantage of Hemsworths godlike physique, it wastes the boyish charm that made his presence in Thor: Ragnarok and Ghostbusters so likeable. He might play up his Australian origins (its all fackin this, bloody fackin that, bro!), but otherwise he fits neatly into the role of reformed brute: stiff and soulless until his heart is melted by the child hes sworn to protect.

This is just another testosterone-charged, heroic fantasy so much so that the films only prominent female character, Golshifteh Farahanis arms dealer, is made to act out a near-parody of masculinity. In one scene, she idly plays with two silver, weighted balls. In another, she caresses a missile launcher, the most phallic of weapons. Hargrave might have envisioned Extraction as the next John Wick or Atomic Blonde, but his film cant help but fall in line with all the old conventions.

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