Martin and Jessica found seats near the front.
Not far away, Leonardo was whispering intimately with his girlfriend, Blake Lively.
Well, well, well—they're back together again.
"Did you see Jack's new girlfriend?" Blake asked.
"I caught a glimpse of her when we walked in. Jack's taste is... unique. That woman looks tougher than Tyson—ouch!"
"Hehe, I can't even imagine what would happen if Jack ever pissed her off. Would she just crush him with a single piledriver?"
On the other side, Jack Nicholson was murmuring to Ashley, "Wanna bet Leon's gossiping about us right now?"
Ashley turned her head instinctively in Leonardo's direction—and sure enough, caught him glancing over while chatting with Blake. Her eyes widened.
"Huh. Looks like it. He really is."
"Hah, I know that little bastard too well."
"Is he talking about us too?"
"Eh, that little bastard's a different breed. I doubt it. He's probably talking about girls."
"Wait—what? Girls? With his girlfriend sitting right next to him? Are you serious?"
"Sweetheart, you really don't understand him. That guy has... unusual abilities..."
The massive 2,000-seat theater was completely packed.
The animated Meyers Studios intro played.
Then the screen went black—and the movie began.
Wanted's story was simple: a young Scottish man named Wesley finds himself entangled in chaos. He has a crappy boss, a neglectful girlfriend, and a life stuck in a rut—until he meets the assassin Fox, and everything changes.
Soon after, Wesley's father is murdered. Fox recruits him into a secret society called "The Fraternity," a group that claims to awaken a person's hidden potential. But the truth behind The Fraternity is far darker than it seems...
Martin played the lead, Wesley—the son of the legendary assassin "The Cross," a man with an undefeated record.
But Wesley lived like any other nobody.
Day after day of commuting to a dead-end job, dealing with an idiot boss, fake colleagues, and a toxic girlfriend who screamed at him constantly.
That miserable life left him anxious, depressed, and numbed by medication.
But what he didn't know was that his anxiety and stress were symptoms of a rare assassin's talent.
[GodOfReader: Holy shit, i have a rare assassin talent too?]
When stressed, his heart rate dropped below 400 beats per minute, allowing him to perceive high-speed motion and react with supernatural precision—shooting the wings off a fly without any combat training.
Born with extraordinary talent, Wesley seemed destined for an extraordinary life. But the door to his future opened through a conspiracy he would regret forever.
Overall, this was a classic "power fantasy" tale: the underdog rises, levels up, and defeats the final boss to become a winner in life.
The first real thrill in the film came when Wesley, fed up, finally snapped—he cussed out his fat girlfriend and smashed the guy who cheated with her using a keyboard. The theater exploded in cheers.
Then came the relentless adrenaline rush—high-speed chases, shootouts, and stylized action. The "bullet-bending" scenes were a crowd favorite.
Unlike John Woo's white-dove slow-mo style, Russian director Timur Bekmambetov favored blood-splattered, visceral violence infused with absurdity and flair.
Bullets that curved through the air, impossible car flips, close-quarters battles, all performed by a breathtakingly attractive cast—then slowed down for cinematic flair. It was a dreamlike visual experience.
Especially Martin's upgraded Combat Technique. The sequence with the cross-shaped kill shot and inverted stunts stunned the audience.
So gunfights could look ?
As the leads rampaged through the enemy lines, the final showdown began.
Wesley drove a dump truck into a textile factory. The truck bed burst open, releasing hundreds of grenade-strapped rats. Explosions rocked the screen.
Then came the most explosive sequence of the film—a one-versus-a-hundred battle.
This scene was already legendary in the original timeline as one of the wildest shootouts ever filmed. But now, remastered by Martin's "Incubus" aesthetic, it had become utterly electrifying. The audience was breathless, eyes wide, afraid to blink and miss a single shot.
Surreal camera setups paired with gravity-defying choreography created a mind-blowing spectacle.
Each assassin fell under Wesley's sharp, ferocious strikes.
At last, the final boss, Sloan, and his elite squad surrounded Wesley. But Fox chose to go down with them.
She fired a bullet in a perfect arc, slowed by cinematic time, tearing through one assassin after another—until it landed squarely in her own temple.
Despite the blood, the exploding heads, the violence—within the film's dreamy slow-motion lens, the moment somehow radiated a strange beauty. Even the gore bloomed like a crimson flower.
In the climax, Wesley faced Sloan in a final duel.
A dazzling shootout ensued.
And naturally, the villain died.
As Sloan lay dying, blood bubbling at his lips, he rasped, "You think this is over? Our reach... goes far beyond anything you can imagine!"
Just when the audience expected some heroic quip, Wesley raised his gun and blew his head off without hesitation.
Clean. Brutal. No need for banter when a bullet does the job.
Only then did Wesley speak the film's final line—delivered with disdain:
"I control my own destiny."
The words echoed Sloan's earlier monologue, when he'd tried to recruit Wesley:
"Wesley, this is the choice we all must face: keep living your pitiful life, drowning in mediocrity, misery, and boredom... like another sheep in the flock? Or join us—unleash the wolf caged within, and take your fate into your own hands?
"Our mission is to maintain balance in this chaotic world. Kill one to save a thousand. This world hangs by a thread. That makes us the thread. The Fraternity's path is paved with blood and danger. Before you choose, ask yourself: will you be a sheep—or a wolf?"
Wesley had made his choice.
He became the wolf—and seized his destiny with his own two hands.