Veteran director Walter Hill's return to the screen looks, sounds, and feels like an '80s action movie beefed-up for modern audiences with heaping helpings of messy blood squibs. Sylvester Stallone plays Jimmy, a New Orleans gun-for-hire whose latest job goes wrong and whose partner winds up dead. He teams up with Taylor (Sung Kang), a straight DC cop working with the corrupt local department. The Rush Hour–style racist remarks directed at the Korean-American Taylor backfire, but much of Bullet is on target, the dialogue studded with zingers and the chase scenes demonstrating that Hill has not lost his chops. Don't bother with plot coherence or plausibility — if you're going to a Stallone film for logic, then you're in the wrong theater. Jason Momoa transforms his Conan caveman stare into something maniacally scary as the hired gun out to kill Jimmy and Taylor. A credible foray into winter-film barbarism, and it might have been funnier if it left out the samurai jokes.
