Guy Ritchie’s “Wrath of Man,” a star vehicle for Jason Statham at his most ruthless, is one of his best-directed films—and one of his most shocking, at least in terms of style and sound. Films like “Snatch,” “RocknRolla,” “The Man from U.N.C.L.E.,” “King Arthur,” and others had a jumpy, noisy, lighthearted, buzzed-bloke-in-a-pub-telling-you-a-tale” vibe. Voluptuous darkness has taken its place, a mysterious darkness that makes you wonder if the main character is the devil himself.
Patrick “H” Hill is the name of this character (one letter removed from “Hell”). His colleagues at the Fortico armored car company in Los Angeles call him “H,” which makes him sound like a Kafka character, a faceless cog in a societal machine. H is a newcomer to the business. He comes off as a grumpy, socially awkward, and uncommunicative jerk—he barely passes the driving and shooting tests, and his resting face is somewhere between brooding and seething—but his boss Bullet (Holt McCallany) hires him anyway because beggars can’t be choosers. Since a daylight heist turned into a bloody public shootout that took several lives, including two Fortico guards, morale has been poor. IMDB