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1992: 3 STARS. “freshens up what otherwise may have been a standard b-movie.”

SYNOPSIS: Set against the backdrop of the Los Angeles riots following the Rodney King verdict, the action thriller “1992,” sees a factory worker, played by Tyrese Gibson, caught up in a dangerous heist to steal catalytic converters, which contain valuable platinum, from the factory where he works.

CAST: Tyrese Gibson, Scott Eastwood, Ray Liotta, Michael Beasley, Christopher Ammanuel, Dylan Arnold, Ori Pfeffer, Oleg Taktarov. Directed by Ariel Vromen.

REVIEW: A heist movie wrapped around a family drama, the generic action of “1992” is given some added oomph by its historical backdrop.

Gritty and dark, “1992” recounts the events following the Rodney King verdict, which saw four LAPD officers acquitted of charges of excessive force in the arrest of King, despite videotaped evidence. In the days that followed anarchy erupted in Los Angeles, resulting in 63 deaths, more than 12,000 arrests and over $1 billion in property damages.

Thrown into the middle of the chaos, former gang-member-turned-factory-worker Mercer (Gibson), wants to get his son to the relative safety of the factory. Another father and son, played by Ray Liotta and Scott Eastwood, see the riots as a convenient distraction, and plan to rob the factory while the police are busy trying to bring order to the streets.

The resulting clash and family dynamics provide an easy metaphor for the good vs. evil that drives the plot.

Gibson plays Mercer as a man who has had a reckoning with his past and wants to set a good example for his son. Gibson pulls off the action—when pushed, he occasionally uses his special set of skills to solve problems—but it is in the relationship with his son that the character is at his most interesting. He’s been-there-done-that and uses his life experience like a sword to cut through the tough guy nonsense his son spouts.

Liotta on the other hand is far more one dimensional. It’s fun to see Liotta go full-on mad dog, and he is effective, but his character is less nuanced and supplies far fewer surprises than Gibson.

As a crime drama “1992” doesn’t plough much new ground. The robbery, and resulting complications, are straight out of the Heist 101 Handbook for Screenwriters, but the family drama and contrasting parenting skills freshen up what otherwise may have been a standard b-movie.

BOOZE AND REVIEWS: THE PERFECT COCKTAIL TO ENJOY WITH “The Protégé”

Richard makes a special cocktail to enjoy while I watch “The Protégé,” a new action thriller, starring Maggie Q, Michael Keaton and Samuel L. Jackson. Join me as he has a drink and a think about the movie!

Watch the whole thing HERE!

THE PROTÉGÉ: 3 STARS. “a thriller that aspires to be something bigger.”

For the second time in as many months Samuel L. Jackson plays a hitman whose family values are as strong, if not stronger, than his instinct to kill. In “The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard” he found his logical, not biological family. In “The Protégé,” now in theatres, he’s a mentor and father figure to a killer played by Maggie Q.

Q is Anna, one of the world’s most highly trained assassins. She was brought into the life of international intrigue by Moody (Jackson), a blues-guitar playing contract killer. “I’m the big bad wolf who comes to get you,” he says, “when someone on earth decides your time is up.” He rescued her in Vietnam in 1991 after her parents were killed by communist soldiers. “He didn’t save my life,” she says, “he gave me a life.”

When Moody is brutally murdered, Anna loses the one person in her life she can trust. Vowing revenge, she uses her special set of skills to find out who blew away her mentor and father figure. “I’m going to find out who killed my friend,” she says, “and I’m going to end their life and the lives of anyone who stands in my way.”

One of those people standing in her way is Rembrandt (Michael Keaton), a rival assassin who works for some very bad but well-connected people. As the plot thickens, so does the connection between Anna and Rembrandt as her investigation leads her back to where her story began, Vietnam.

“The Protégé” is a glossy revenge flick that covers well-travelled ground. There are exotic locations, elaborate action sequences, complicated alliances and a dark backstory. Richard Wenk’s screenplay hits on a greatest hits of international assassin tropes and director Martin Campbell, best known for directing the 007 comeback film “Casino Royale,” knows how to take advantage of those story elements.

So why does “The Protégé” feel like less than the sum of those parts? Perhaps it’s because the characters don’t elevate the material.

Q is a credible action star, ably handling the kinetic stunts. Jackson brings his brand of effortless cool and Keaton is quirky and mysterious and somewhat cavalier about his chosen profession. “I could put two in the back of your head,” he says after making love to Anna, “and then go make a sandwich.”

Each brings something to the movie, and while Q and Jackson have an easy way about their relationship, the chemistry between Keaton and Q feels forced. An attempt at a fight scene that leads to the bedroom, set to “That Loving Feeling” by Isaac Hayes, falls flat despite the talent on screen.

“The Protégé” aspires to be something bigger than it is. The morality of the business of killing is discussed, generational trauma is hinted at and there is a complicated (and not terribly interesting) conspiracy at play but the movie is at its best when it puts aside its notions of gravitas and concentrates on the primal aspect of the story, Anna’s quest for revenge.