The first half?
Incomprehensible claptrap redeemed only by the (accidental?) documentation of the bygone era of 70's LA,

The second half?
One of the longest and most viscerally immediate car chases in movie history, standing as a stunning rebuke to the slick, overproduced CGI packed nonsense Hollywood es off nowadays.

With a title like 'The Killer Elite' you don't expect a long segment on painful physical therapy, but you get one anyway and that sort of sums up the conundrum of the film. How amazing would it a straight up Caan/Duvall buddy pic have been, bc the first ten minutes are phenomenal.

HOLY SHIT