George Gallo's
Vanquish is not only the worst film I've seen this year, but perhaps in the last decade. Oscar-winner Morgan Freeman is slumming as a retired cop with some old scores to settle. A large paycheck must have enticed the actor to make this film, but there's another perk that surely was appealing – he never has to stand. His character, Damon, is in a wheelchair throughout, rolling about his modernistic mansion, bathed in cool blues and blacks, scowling again and again as he sees the outside world through the eyes of a surrogate.
That would be Victoria (Ruby Rose, all attitude and little else), who has a skill set that comes in handy as she's sent to complete five trips to pick up large sums of money from various nefarious characters. Each trip ends in violence, frantically cut together to obscure the ineptitude of their staging. Cryptic dialogue expressing half-thoughts are spoken throughout, implying great menace and import, failing to obscure Gallo's lazy writing. The story is repetitious, performances stiff and