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‘Killers’ is a dead end

By Wesley Morris
Globe Staff / June 5, 2010

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You can tell a studio just doesn’t care when it releases a movie called “Killers.’’ That’s a title you could affix to 90 percent of the release schedule. It could be about the rock band or sharks. But, no, “Killers,’’ which Lionsgate decided not to screen for critics, is about married love and contract assassins. Nominally, it’s a romantic comedy, one whose star looks baffled. Katherine Heigl has been here before: uptight, clueless, freshly single, and named Jen. But this time the man she meets and marries has a secret. And since that man is the Nikon Coolpix pitchman Ashton Kutcher, you’re eager for his confession: Babe, I sell cameras. Instead, she discovers that he’s a killer for hire and that the $20 million bounty on his head has made their friends and neighbors eager to kill him.

The movie begins in Nice then moves to suburban America (with lots of scenes for Catherine O’Hara, as Heigl’s alcoholic mother, to put in her pocket). The license plates say Georgia but those generic multimillion-dollar houses on small winding streets say Wisteria Lane. There’s a car chase between Kutcher and Rob Riggle that takes place in an unfinished home construction area, which, given the housing crisis, may eventually replace the empty loading dock as bad movies’ new climax location.

Not long after Heigl and Kutcher meet in an elevator, they share this exchange. She: “Huh-huh.’’ He: “Huh.’’ She: “Huuuuuh.’’ This is the language of love for two people coming out of a coma. I wouldn’t blame Heigl if she decided to slip into one. Just as she was beginning to find her footing in plain-old lousy romantic comedy, the genre mutates into action and peril and shootouts. Just as I was beginning to hope that she’d find a part that called for intelligence and sophistication and backbone, she plays another uptight naif.

Heigl could be at peace with a part that asks her to shoot a gun. But is that what we want from her? Is that what she wants? One Angelina Jolie is plenty. Heigl recently left “Grey’s Anatomy,’’ whose brainlessness had finally embarrassed her enough to resign. Sadly, the movies, which are already full of underemployed women of Heigl’s mid-level wattage, don’t have more to offer her than what she’s already done in “Knocked Up,’’ “27 Dresses,’’ and “The Ugly Truth,’’ which, like “Killers,’’ was directed by Robert Luketic via remote control. Yes, she drinks too much on her first date and spends a great deal of time fretting over a pregnancy test. After she completes it, she does wind up impaling a bad guy on a hanging-antler sculpture. So there is something she hasn’t done before. I stand corrected.

Wesley Morris can be reached at wmorris@globe.com.

KILLERS

Directed by: Robert Luketic

Written by: T.M. Griffin and Bob DeRosa

Starring: Katherine Heigl, Ashton Kutcher, Tom Selleck, and Catherine O’Hara

At: Boston Common, Fenway, suburbs

Running time: 100 minutes

Rated: PG-13 (violent action, language and sexual material)

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