Working Man: SHELTER and MUTINY

I love that both 90-minute Jason Statham action thrillers released this year are one-word titles, and that they’re each a verb that could also be a noun. It speaks to the steady, sturdy reliability of Statham’s career as an action star. Of course he’ll be thrown into a predicament wherein he has to verb all the nouns until the villainous are dead and the innocent are safe. In Shelter, he’s an ex-military man who has to protect a little girl from a paramilitary conspiracy that wants him dead. In Mutiny, he’s an ex-military man who has to protect human trafficking victims from a corporate conspiracy that wants him dead. Let it not be said that Statham pictures lack range. They’re adept at finding infinite varieties of the same basic plot particulars. He’s been the star of these mid-budget action flicks for about 25 years now. Most of them are somewhere between good and pretty good. At this point it’s safe to say he’s had a longer run of quality control than most stars of his ilk.

I like Shelter’s emotional appeals, with Statham as a man living in exile on a remote British isle to hide from the special forces of which he used to be part, and now forced to care for a friend’s niece after a tragedy leaves her washed up on shore. It’s not exactly novel to see the tough guy melt a little under paternal figure pressures. But the tentativeness with which he plays it, and the deep, reasonable, suspicion the girl holds onto makes it all the more satisfying as they learn to trust each other. He hits some notes of warmth and sensitivity through his usual terse man-of-action gruff competence. And she, played with an unforced naturalism by Bodhi Rae Breathnach, the older girl in Hamnet, is neither too phony adorable nor too ready for violence. The movie’s a happy medium. Director Ric Roman Waugh (Angel Has Fallen) keeps the emotions handled with a light touch while pushing the momentum up. It jumps through some Bourne-adjacent set-pieces with determined hit men in the field and officials in suits stalking around control rooms. It races to exciting, melancholic conclusions, delivering exactly what you’d want from the premise in exactly the right proportions. You can trust Statham to do the right thing, even if it hurts. 

Mutiny is less outwardly emotional, but just as efficient and in a necessarily more contained plot. It’s largely set on a boat and uses every part of the vessel before it’s done. It uses our sense of Statham’s screen presence well. He first turns up at night, backlit in silhouette behind the wheel of a truck. Just from the shape of his head we know it’s him. How’s that for brand recognition? And even though he’s the driver of a vehicle that just purposely hit another, we just know he has a good reason. He’s out for justice. There’s never any doubt. The movie flashes back for some slightly convoluted setup to get his mild-mannered security guard on a cargo boat and in the know of the bad guys’ plot. But once he realizes that these guys murdered his nice CEO boss (suspend your disbelief!) and have shipping containers full of humans to sell, he knows he needs to take them all down. Director Jean-François Richet (Plane) makes crisp, clean use of the setting, and leans on Statham’s persona to fill in the gaps. We just believe he could navigate the tight turns and large pipes, the anchor and the harpoon gun. There are some thinly sketched characters around him, from a slimy captain to a sympathetic third-mate (Annabelle Wallis) to a navy vessel on the phone. But it’s largely his show and it’s fun to see him punch and stab his way through 20 villainous guys. He knows what his audience wants and just keeps delivering.