There is literally nothing new that Jack Reacher offers in plot, mystery or character and at times it seems absolutely outdated in 2012. Writer-director Christopher McQuarrie (who penned The Usual Suspects) crafts a Perry Mason style mystery with the filmmaking technology from Bourne. We’re introduced to Mr Reacher (Cruise), an ex-military legend who is sucked into investigating a strange case where a sniper had taken down seemingly random people in broad daylight in a public place.
But of course, nothing is random, as Reacher deduces, and the fat gets in the fire soon enough for Reacher to smell a big conspiracy and smack goons in the face. There is Richard Jenkins as a miscast suspicious DA and Rosamund Pike as his daughter who bags the prizes for the worst American accent and the most spectacularly odd character to grace screens this year. To go into the motives of the characters is not recommended because that would mean looking for logic and a semblance of common sense in the film. All you can do is sit back, sip your drink and soak in the slickly presented familiarity on screen.
However Jack Reacher makes up for its flaws with some tremendous cinematography, a superbly choreographed hand-to-hand combat sequence between Cruise and a baddie, and the incredible Werner Herzog as the villain. With one good eye and fingers bitten off, Herzog is frightening as hell, and it hurts to see his character given such little screen time and an ultimately lame resolution he truly deserves to be cast in a Quentin Tarantino movie as the chief bad guy.