Joel Kinnaman is such an underrated actor, and he is the only thing keeping Silent Night from being nothing more than one long training montage followed by a straight-to-TV, B-movie parody. His gritty performance carries the proper weight to balance director John Woo’s pulp excess, and it creates surprisingly effective early emotional beats. That should’ve allowed the film’s over-the-top violence to feel earned, but it couldn’t save the subsequent devolution into laughably bad CGI, story, and stunts. I never thought I would say this, but it’s the action that sinks this legendary director’s first film in six years.