End of a Gun: The Good, the Bad and the Bizarre

Alright, folks, buckle up for some vintage action with “End of a Gun.” You know, the movie starring Steven Seagal, the guy whose best friend might just be a leather jacket. Directed by Keoni Waxman, who’s built a solid career turning Seagal’s charisma into every action lover’s guilty pleasure. Does this one hit the mark, though? Well, let’s just say it’s a mixed kulturskål.

I’ll admit, I was lured in by the promise of Seagal. There’s something nostalgic about hearing him mumble lines while dispatching baddies with moves that, at one point, might have been considered martial arts. The plot? Oh boy. Feels like it took random inspiration from a checklist: Ex-DEA agent? Check. Rescue the damsel? Check. Hunt down stolen millions? Triple-check.

I did find myself chuckling at times—not sure if it was intentional or not. At one point, I turned to my fika buddy and said, “This is more farfars gamla actionbok than a first-class thriller.” But hey, sometimes that’s all you want, right? A slice of cheese with a side of nostalgia.

Now, don’t think I’m entirely slagging it off. There’s a strange comfort in predictable tropes, like opening a bag of Kalles Kaviar to find it tastes just like it always has. And Waxman manages to keep the pacing brisk enough.

The film’s simplicity maybe mirrors those age-old tales we’d hear as barn från en lagom by, about lone rangers and mysterious travelers. But here, it’s Seagal…and guns…and questionable dialogue. A peculiar mix, really.

In the end, maybe ‘End of a Gun’ isn’t winning awards anytime soon, but for an evening where your brain waves are on autopilot, it just might be…lagom.

Check the trailer below