The New York Times by Bilge Ebiri
Anna isn’t as stylish or gripping as “Nikita,” but it does have its own demented charm, particularly in how it toys with structure, nesting competing narrative timelines within each other.
France · 2019
Rated R · 1h 59m
Director Luc Besson
Starring Sasha Luss, Helen Mirren, Luke Evans, Cillian Murphy
Genre Thriller, Action
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The New York Times by Bilge Ebiri
Anna isn’t as stylish or gripping as “Nikita,” but it does have its own demented charm, particularly in how it toys with structure, nesting competing narrative timelines within each other.
The Globe and Mail (Toronto) by Brad Wheeler
Anna relies on a time-shifting structure that is laughably exhausting.
By the time it’s finally over, the only person more exposed than its star is her director.
The A.V. Club by Ignatiy Vishnevetsky
Think of it as a downmarket Atomic Blonde (a film that does Besson’s established shtick with a lot more panache and less ick) or Red Sparrow without the surface-level professionalism; what’s clear is that Besson doesn’t want anyone to think about Anna very hard.
The Hollywood Reporter by John DeFore
The thrill is long gone in Anna, a lifeless and instantly forgettable spy flick whose lead, Sasha Luss, shows zero promise as a movie star.
Los Angeles Times by Noel Murray
As a slick, over-the-top action picture, Anna works splendidly. It features multiple jaw-dropping set-pieces, including a restaurant hit where Anna walks in with an unloaded gun and walks out after killing about a dozen thugs. The plot, while fairly predictable, is at least craftily constructed. On its own merits, this is one rollickingly entertaining film, that under ordinary circumstances Besson fans would adore.
It’s nowhere near the embarrassment of Brian De Palma’s “Domino,” or any number of recent studio tentpoles. Nor is it fresh enough to pretend that audiences had missed out on something special if it had been buried altogether — except perhaps for Luss, who’s bound to get another shot.
RogerEbert.com by Peter Sobczynski
Anna was written and directed by Besson himself and it still feels like a misfired rehash of his greatest hits.
There are a lot of irritants and clumsy touches to Besson’s latest, infuriatingly inferior version of “La Femme Nikita” that ruin it.
And though Besson does salvage a reasonably entertaining tale, his unapologetic fetish for women who kill gives the movie an icky feeling of having stumbled across someone’s private web browser.
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