A former grifter gets out of prison after serving 25 years for killing his partner in�The Samaritan,�and in a tale as old as time (or at least as old as the movies), tries to go straight, only to get pulled in for one last job. His name is Foley, and he's played by�Samuel L. Jackson, and this film from Canadian director David Weaver is svelte enough in its reassembling of familiar elements to be, for a while, as comfortably pleasant as sipping on what once used to be your go-to drink — until�The Samaritan takes a jarring turn right out of Park Chan-wook, and from there takes a tumble into ludicrousness from which it doesn't recover.
The opening, at least, is stagey but solid. Foley is world-weary and jaded, and leaves prison expecting and getting nothing from the outside. Everyone he knows is either dead or would rather not be reminded of the past he represents, and any money he lent out is long gone. Foley is left to rattle around the Toronto he no longer knows, a city portrayed with self-conscious chiaroscuro to emphasize the story's noir qualities. The only person interested in Foley is Ethan (Luke Kirby), the son of his old partner and a real piece of work. He has a grift and he has a target in mind — the dangerous but wealthy Xavier (Tom Wilkinson) — and while Foley wants nothing to do with the kid (who initially claims no resentment for what happened to his dad), Ethan keeps after him, taking him out for a drink and dropping a girl, Iris (Ruth Negga), into his lap like it's another option on offer at the bar.
Negga's an interesting actress — her most prominent role to reach US screens so far has been…
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