WARHUNT (2022)

Studio:     Saban Films
Director:    Mauro Borrelli
Writer:     Reggie Keyohara III, Scott Svatos, Mauro Borrelli
Producer:  Igor Pronin, Yulia Zayceva, Max Pavlov, Svetlana Punte, Adel Nur, Yu-Fai Suen, Mauro Borrelli
Stars:     Robert Knepper, Jackson Rathbone, Mickey Rourke, Aglaya Tarasova, Anna Paliga

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Summary:

On a mission to find a plane downed behind enemy lines in WWII, American soldiers stumble into an occult plot to make witches immortal.


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“Good” and “bad” are probably the two most common terms used by anyone offering an opinion on just about anything. Just as commonly, they’re often relative words too. Like, what would “good” even mean in the context of “Warhunt,” a bargain B-movie where WWII soldiers battle a trio of seductive witches who occasionally transform into birds? No normal person looks at cover art featuring Mickey Rourke in an eyepatch hovering above airplane wreckage with a Nazi flag and thinks, “Oh, this ought to be an epic war story on par with Spielberg’s ‘Saving Private Ryan’.” So even after someone accounts for a certain amount of gripes, grumbles, and goofiness, what would qualify as “good” when treading in throwaway thriller territory?

“Warhunt” stars Robert Knepper, an actor born in 1959. That year seems relevant because, depending on whether you go by when the movie was likely shot or its release year of 2022, that puts Knepper either at or past the US military’s mandatory retirement age of 62. Actually, it’s 62 now. It was likely much younger in 1945, especially for active duty soldiers. Nevertheless, Knepper plays a sergeant leading airborne infantry grunts on a mission to recover a USAF plane that went down behind enemy lines. You know, just like, uh, older military men routinely did during WWII.

If Knepper shouldn’t be out in a forest full of German enemies as well as witches, then the seven-years-older Mickey Rourke definitely shouldn’t be out there either. He doesn’t stay there long though. After dropping off his protégé Jackson Rathbone, Rourke takes a page from current day Bruce Willis’s playbook and retreats to a tent where he can be comfortable for most of the movie. As one would expect of a former award-winner now taking quick dips for quick dough in DTV streams, Rourke only appears for a few minutes. Those minutes are then chopped into segments as short as 10 seconds and sprinkled throughout a runtime where we are treated to stagnantly static shots of Rourke sitting in a Jeep, sipping coffee at a desk, smoking a cigar, or engaging in some other ordinary activity requiring minimal exertion.

Rourke’s character finally plays a bigger role in the fight-filled climax, although the filmmakers resort to another old scheme by having him don a gas mask so his stuntman can do the dirty work instead. Rourke still puts in modestly more effort than Bruce Willis ever devotes to his relegated-to-Redbox efforts. If nothing else, Rourke is at least willing to wear an actual costume rather than the sweatpants and plain t-shirt Willis rolls out of bed and onto the set in. But it’s hard not to think of Rourke’s flair for humorous hamminess and wish he had exchanged mundane mumbling for something flashier and funnier. If everyone else stayed serious while Rourke went big on camp, “Warhunt” might have a less pedestrian personality.

While we’re on the topic of personality, the rest of the soldiers are in dire need of some too. I’m not sure if all of them even have their names spoken out loud. Not that it matters. Other than the stock soldier who got married before deployment and pulls out a picture of his wife whenever times get tough, the men are mostly an interchangeable mass of meat sacks whose imaginary mothers couldn’t tell one from another.

But I ask again, how “good” does this movie need to be, really? With names like Knepper and Rathbone above the title, we know we’re on the other side of the planet from wherever major players with massive drawing power typically reside. Funded by international money and fueled by 35 people bearing some sort of producer credit, we also suspect we could be in a corner of low-budget film production sometimes colored with creative taxation trickery. So is it okay to simply set the expectation bar no higher than “mildly entertaining in intermittent instances” and then say we’re satisfied when “Warhunt” hits that meager mark?

Whatever constitutes the opposite of good’s particular definition in this case, “Warhunt” doesn’t qualify as “bad” either. My initial interest in the movie was more like cautious curiosity than hot anticipation anyway, as it should be when we’re talking about unknown performers playing with prop guns in forest-set firefights and the sporadic spookiness of black magic witchcraft created by mid-tier FX software. “Warhunt” meets the minimum criteria for mediocrity, so I suppose that makes the movie as good as “good” can possibly get here, which in this case equates to “average.”

Review Score: 50