
The Matador is a quirky, slightly off-kilter and very funny movie. It's the best hitman comedy since Grosse Pointe Blank, although come to think of it, it's probably the only hitman comedy to come out since that one.
Pierce Brosnan stars as Julian Noble, an aging assassin (or facilitator as he likes to be known since he facilitates people's passage from this life to the next) whose fashion sense and hairstyle seems to have peaked in the 1970s. An alcoholic on the verge of job burnout, he strikes up an unlikely friendship with traveling businessman Danny Wright (Greg Kinnear) in a hotel bar in Mexico City. At first it's simply a drunken meeting wherein Julian is seeking human companionship of the kind that he doesn't have to pay for on his birthday. As the pair spends time together over the next couple of days, as Danny waits to see if he's landed the business contract that he came to town for, an actual friendship begins to develop. Julian even confides in Danny what he does for a living.
When Julian asks for Danny's help with his next job, their quick friendship seems to melt away. "Forget you know me," Julian says. "Just consider me the best cocktail party story you ever met." It's not meant to be of course, as six months later Julian shows up on Danny's front door on the run from his employers due to his failure to complete two jobs. He needs Danny's help again and this time he won't take no for an answer.
Like a lot of fans, I'm sure, Brosnan will always be Bond to me, but in this movie that actually helps his character. He comes with confidence and the knowledge of killing of a Bond-type character, but then his manners and dress sense are as far as you can possibly get from the ultra-sophisticated British Spy. He gets the movie's best and funniest lines, most of which are so completely vulgar that I won't repeat them here. In The Tailor of Panama, he also played a vulgar spy, yet that character still retained a certain suaveness that is completely absent here. Just try to picture Bond walking across a hotel lobby in just a Speedo and cowboy boots, cigarette in one hand, beer in the other.
Coupled with Kinnear, the two make the most mismatched buddies since De Niro teamed up with Charles Grodin in Midnight Run. They have an onscreen chemistry that lights up the movie. Kinnear brings Danny, the movie's everyman, to life, holding his own against the scene-stealing Brosnan and generating his own laughs. Hope Davis is also quite funny in a small part as Danny's wife who suddenly finds a hitman staying over at her house.
Dark comedies like this one are far too rare these days. If you get a chance to see this one, take it.


















