None of the men around her (and it is, of course, only men around her) can really keep up.
It’s only because of her impenetrable self-assuredness that the character holds together at all, and only because of her commitment as a martial artist and stuntwoman that the action scenes have any verve or thrill. She bakes apple pies from scratch in her multi-thousand-dollar La Cornue oven, and can also power through numerous waterboarding sessions without losing her cool. Anna Dutton (Maggie Q) is a badass who can identify guns by the sound their bullets make entering the chamber, but she also wears Manolo Blahniks and designer clothes. Director Martin Campbell and writer Richard Wenk craft their titular character with the usual unsurprisingly bland blend of gender stereotypes.
#THE PROTEGE CAST MOVIE#
The Protégé is a movie about a woman made by men - often the case for this subgenre, as with the recent Gunpowder Milkshake. “Murder me, Maggie Q” would be an appropriate response to The Protégé, but giving into the thirst means eye-rolling through a fair amount of silliness. Otherwise, it’s all standard-issue post- John Wick stuff: Gorgeous female killer is betrayed, devotes herself to vengeance, and is responsible for a spree of violence in international locales. A by-the-numbers lady-assassin action flick in the mold of Anna, Atomic Blonde, and Ava, The Protégé only feels daring in its willingness to break the alliterative titular pattern of this particular subgenre. Divergent and Nikita star Maggie Q deserves a starring role, but The Protégé doesn’t deserve Maggie Q.