So I watched “First Kill” the other day. It’s one of those action thrillers where you already know what’s gonna happen, but you watch it anyway ’cause why not. It’s got Bruce Willis lending his gravitas — though it seems like he’s mostly just chilling in the background these days.
The plot? Pretty straightforward. We’ve got Will, a dad trying to bond with his son, but then bam! They stumble onto a criminal caper gone wrong. There’s a crooked cop, a siege, and a hunt through the woods. Typically American, like the movie equivalent of a smörgåsbord — lots going on, not all of it memorable.
I wasn’t bored, but I wasn’t exactly on the edge of my seat either. My grandpa always said, “It’s not bad, it’s just… meh.” And that’s kinda how this feels. It’s competently made, sure. Good enough to pass a rainy Tuesday afternoon with.
Oh, and the theme of family? Just like those awkward family vacations to Öland when I was a kid. You think you’re gonna have these bonding moments, but you end up mostly arguing over the map and eating overpriced ice cream. I was thinking maybe Will should’ve just taken his son to Skansen or something.
Honestly, the forest scenes did remind me of when my buddy and I got lost on a hike in Värmland. At least we didn’t witness any bank heists! But trust me, there was more suspense trying to find our way back to the car before nightfall.
“First Kill” isn’t groundbreaking, but it’s like a reliable old volvo, comfortable, even if it’s not flashy. Think of it as an old friend you catch up with at Midsummer: you know each tale by heart, but you’ll giggle anyway.
