Directed by Chad Stahelski and David Leitch, former stunt doubles who worked with Reeves on that seminal science fiction, it was the sort of lean, mean actioner that had rarely been seen since John Woo's Hard Boiled (1992). Wick is a man of few words but many bullets and it is a role that fits the taciturn Reeves like a glove.
Picking up where the first film left off, John Wick: Chapter 2 sees Reeves' titular hirsute hitman still on the rampage. You will remember this retired assassin they call 'the Boogeyman' was forced to get back in the game after Russian gangsters took a fancy to his Mustang and killed his dog – given to him by his late wife Helen before her untimely demise.
Quite rightly, John Wick: Chapter 2 starts mid-chase. "John Wick is a man of focus, commitment and sheer fucking will," says Peter Stormare's (Fargo) cigar chomping syndicate boss, all too aware of Wick's relentless nature and remarkable skill set.
Before the opening credits, Wick has taken down Stormare's drug trafficking goons in a warehouse, virtually turning his Mustang into scrap metal in the process.
Returning to his chic modernist apartment, now occupied by the chocolate pit bull he picked up from animal rescue in the previous film's finale, Wick re-cements his cache of weapons back into the basement floor when there is a knock at the door. Standing there is another ghost from his violent past, Santino (Riccardo Scamarcio), who gives him a so-called 'marker'.
When Wick refuses the hit, Santino brings out the big guns – quite literally, in an explosive set piece. This being the netherworld Wick operates in, run by a strict series of codes, he has little choice but to take the job – which involves killing Santino's sister Gianna (Claudia Gerini).
Turns out Santino wants her seat at the High Table, a coveted place among a group of elite crime lords bestowed to Gianna by their father. And so, with his Mustang being repaired by John Leguizamo's returning chop shop owner Aurelio, Wick heads to Rome.
Arriving in the eternal city, Wick gets tooled up thanks to Peter Serafinowicz's (Guardians Of The Galaxy) sophisticated gun seller – and then the fun really starts. Forced to confront literally dozens of guards, Reeves gets to work – above ground in a plush palazzo and in the eerily lit catacombs below. But that is just the beginning of his dilemmas, as Santino turns the tables and casts Wick as an outlaw in a world of outlaws.
With Derek Kolstad back on screenwriting duties, what John Wick: Chapter 2 does well is to expand on the underworld network hinted at in the original. Naturally, we return to the Continental, the swanky Manhattan hotel owned by Ian McShane's suave Winston and overseen by Lance Reddick's all-knowing concierge Charon – a sort of safe haven for hitmen and other organised crime types that doesn't permit killing on the premises.
Likewise, we get to see more of just how deadly Wick's world is – assassins lurk on every street corner, from violin playing buskers to a giant sumo wrestler who puts all of Wick's specialist skills to the test.
Returning director Chad Stahelski, operating this time without creative partner David Leitch, has clearly lost none of his knack for action. Last year's Hardcore Henry may have upped the brutality ante but John Wick: Chapter 2 winds you with its intensity – driven by Reeves' remarkable athleticism and some truly wonderful choreography.
A fight with Gianna's bodyguard (Common) in a subway train is just one of the hugely inventive sequences that proves there is plenty of life (and death) left in the genre yet.
There is also a wry little Matrix reunion between Reeves and Laurence Fishburne, with Morpheus pitching up as a pigeon fancying overlord to a network of assassin street beggars. It sounds weird, and it is – though no stranger than the oddball production design from Kevin Kavanaugh, culminating in a hall of mirrors modernist art exhibition called 'Reflections on the Soul' – "to lead you into deeper reflection of the nature of self".
True, John Wick: Chapter 2 doesn't quite hit the heights of the original – partly because the element of surprise when it comes to the fight work is gone, partly because it lacks the emotional pull of Wick avenging his wife's memory. But as badass B-movies go, this really gets the blood pumping.
A brutal, bruising bullet ballet of a sequel that builds upon the promise of the original. Characters keep asking if John Wick is back. Yeah, we're thinking he's back.