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A young, hopeless loser, Wesley Gibson (James McAvoy) works as an office plankton, befriends a girl who sleeps with his best friend and withdraws a miserable salary from an ATM, the amount of which it is better not to think about, but immediately fall into a deep swoon. A sex bomb with a pistol that came out of nowhere (Angelina Jolie) tells Wesley the truth about his dad - a genius killer of all times and peoples, insidiously shot from around the corner - and offers revenge by joining the mysterious Brotherhood of killers, which carries out the death sentences of fate itself.

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The question of who is the most dangerous here, after the release of Timur Bekmambetov's film, will be rather confusing. Perhaps this is the man who was killed in the first frames of the picture - a jump from one skyscraper to another, done with even greater passion than in The Matrix, convinces that the deceased was capable of much. It is possible that this is his killer - an excellent sniper, a pleasant companion, unless he keeps you at gunpoint, whispering parting words into the telephone receiver.

Perhaps this is the main character Wesley Gibson - the saddest deprived clerk, rotting alive in his office cage. A screaming witch-boss, a friend who secretly fucks his girlfriend, the girlfriend herself, not worth a condom package, antidepressants - don't be sad, crunch. The canine eyes of actor James McAvoy leave no doubt that the fate of the clerk has already become overgrown with vile algae and that this ship will soon sink.

No matter how it is - life gives a turn in the pharmacy, where the poor fellow was going to quietly buy a little pharmacological calm. A tenderly smiling stranger (Angelina Jolie) reports that his father did not disappear many years ago, but was killed last night on the roof of a skyscraper - and now, this very second, the killer of Gibson Sr. is aiming at Gibson Jr. with a hefty pistol. The firing and car chase that ensued convinces Wesley that the matter is serious, and a visit to the lair of a smiling stranger dispels the last doubts. She is a member of the Brotherhood of Weavers, a secret society of executioners who kill those who threaten the world. The apostate violated the agreement and is now shooting the members of the Brotherhood, and only Wesley, after the appropriate training, can become him. After some deliberation, Wesley knocks out the teeth of an insidious clerk friend with an ergonomic keyboard, goes off to study as a killer and becomes really very, very dangerous.

Perhaps the most dangerous here is Mark Millar, the author of the comic book on which the film is directed. Millar's main desire was to compose the complete opposite of the infantile "Spider-Man" - and such plans quite fall under the American Civil Rights Act, according to which you can shove a terrorist suspect in Guantanamo, lock up, and throw the key into the Gulf of Mexico.

But, most likely, the most dangerous here is Timur Bekmambetov. And the point here is not only that he is "the first Russian director to receive a Hollywood project with a multi-million dollar budget," blah blah blah, which, of course, requires frightening energy and resourcefulness. What makes him most dangerous is his stubbornness and the belief that decent things can only be done with sincerity. After all, a blockbuster, especially a film adaptation of a cult comic book, is the art of banality and balance. Some are better at balancing between multiple expectations (producers, viewers, original authors, art, business) - as in Transformers and Iron Man. Others are worse. Bekmambetov, as befits a representative of the homeland of cosmonautics, went the other way - he did as he can and loves, bringing into the rather toothless genre of film comics not only blood, but also smelly Russian psychosis and muddy Russian fun. A wild, but nimble mutant came out, in which everything is very out of place - and the resemblance to the "Fight Club" in the beginning, and with the "Night Watch" in the middle, and with the "Matrix" in the end, the extremely silent Angelina Jolie and the affectionate crazy Khabensky, letters from the keyboard flying in a spray of blood, forming the words "Fuck ...", shooting, stabbing, betrayal, amazing McAvoy and polite Morgan Freeman. You can say everything you need to be happy, including Hollywood, which got to the "Street of Broken Lights".

If "Patrols" and the new "Irony of Fate" make you think not so much about cinema as about, say, botulism, take a look at "Especially Dangerous!" still worth it. Whatever one may say, but Bekmambetov is our new Gogol - there is no other one that we deserve.