What the story really has to do with, though, is the three title characters - the sociopathic hitman Darius Kincaid ( Samuel L. So does the plot, which has something to do with Antonio Banderas as a pompadoured psycho in a smoking jacket who’s out to destroy Europe with a computer virus. It isn’t just the ultraviolent action that assaults you in a frenzy of debauched thriller hyperbole.
The film seems to be saying, “Why not?” To describe the rollicking mayhem of “Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard” as over-the-top would be an insult to the concept of having a top. At one point a truck blows up as it makes its way over a giant bridge, and for good measure the bridge blows up too. Many of those shots are aimed right - splat! - at the head: This is an action comedy in which people get killed like flies, often with their brains splattered. In “Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard” (I think that’s the whole title - good thing the bodyguard didn’t have a dog), the gunshots are so loud they sound like they’re hitting a metal canister you’re trapped inside.
