If you're going to base a film around cast, you could do a lot worse than employ Robert De Niro and Jean Reno as your leads. But just to be sure, the producers of Ronin have employed a tactic last used effectively on The Dukes Of Hazzard - bombarding the viewer with car chases that turn the film into a theme park ride.Sadly, though the formula is true, the execution is not. De Niro heads a group of mercenaries signed on to steal a silver case, containing... something, carried by... someone. The usual group of six is rounded up, all of differing skills and differing backgrounds, and inevitably there's a mole in the midst. But where past Reno films and De Niro epics have taken the viewer into the twisted minds of the protagonists, this one takes you the opposite way. Into schlock.
That's not to say it's complete crap. In fact, if crap is what you expect, you'll be pleasantly surprised. Ronin is brain-popcorn, but it's decent brain-popcorn. In the realm of "thngs-go-boom, words-unnecessary" thrillers, this is up there alongside your average latter day Bond flick. It's tough to hate, but just as tough to respect.
I have no idea where Jonathan Price disappeared to halfway through this flick. He was all set up as a big character, albeit a stupid one, and then... (snap) he's gone. Reshoot city? Test screening hell?
Natascha McElhone has good hair. That must be said.If you have a big screen TV, grab some junk food, your other half, a big bunch of cushions, and a rental copy of Ronin. Put the brain into cold storage and stay away from the Gingko. Follow those rules with any Frankenhemier flick and you ought to have a fun time.