About a third of the way through
Yes, just about any time we see Bloodshot on screen and it’s not a shot specifically of his face, it’s clearly a bald, hulking body double. And it’s not just a “well, you can usually see stunt doubles” kind of way. There’s a scene in which our freshly reborn super soldier tests out his new strength bby punching a concrete pillar in the scientific research facility. When the shot was head-on or off to the side, where you could clearly see the person’s face, it was obviously Vin Diesel. When it was from behind, it obviously wasn’t. This continued throughout the movie. During dialogue scenes with co-star Eiza González or Talulah Riley, over their shoulders it’s Vin; over “his” shoulder, it’s not him.
I couldn’t focus on anything else, really. This is largely because it’s shocking that in 2020 stand-ins would be so blatant—not to mention, how shitty you can’t even act opposite your costar when it’s their close-up—but also because nothing much else in the movie was worth paying attention to.
Our hero’s blood supply is replaced with nanite robots which quickly fix massive physical trauma. They also enhance his strength, and because it’s convenient, they can instantly check the internet for things. Once his memory of his wife’s death returns to him, he decides to go off to wipe out Axe (and his hired mercenaries) himself. Bloodshot is a one-man death squad.
The movie’s lone clever twist, which the trailer spoils, feels like it happens way too soon. As a result, the rest of the movie has an odd pace; we meet new main characters quite late, and the ultimate resolution feels very rote and absurdly predictable. But this shouldn’t matter; this is an action movie where your hero’s blood heals him instantly. There should have been wall-to-wall fight sequences. As it is, there are only really three of note. The first, a fairly exciting fight in a red-lit tunnel; the second, a chase through the streets of London; and the third, a downright
On the surface, these are fine action sequences. Except, the first scene does that infernal speed-ramping thing, and the second is so erratic it’s impossible to tell where anything is. The last one employs noticeable “CGI people fighting” action that would look at home in
We barely know the characters, we hardly understand the plight, and everything unfolds so painfully safe. Gonzalez and Pearce are fine; Kebbell is totally wasted. Heughan’s performance goes from gum-chewing soldier boy to wild-eyed maniac for seemingly no reason. The only one actually having fun is Lamorne Morris who gets to wear pajamas and perfect his Don Cheadle in the
While the overall experience is a shrug, it’s a joyless one with a superstar lead who can’t even be bothered to appear in the entire movie.