A hitman suffering an identity crisis turns bodyguard to protect a femme kleptomaniac in the unlovable, seldom funny Brit comedy “Wild Target.” Nearly every element here is wildly off-target, from Jonathan Lynn’s (“The Whole Nine Yards”) lazy helming and Lucinda Coxon’s shambolic script to the embarrassed-looking perfs from usually excellent lead thesps Bill Nighy and Emily Blunt. Likely to be shot down by critical attacks and bad word of mouth, the pic would be well advised to go to ancillary straight away.
Born into a family of pro assassins, ace hitman Victor Maynard (Nighy) longs for some kind of life beyond murdering people. When client Ferguson (Rupert Everett) hires Victor to off kooky thief Rose (Blunt) for stealing a Rembrandt from him, Victor finds himself unable to finish the job, and ends up saving her and witness Tony (Rupert Grint) from subsequent killers. Character motivations make no sense throughout; Victor thinks he may be gay one minute, but is falling for Rose the next. Chase sequences are competently handled, but then nothing really happens for 40 minutes halfway through. Only Blunt’s sexy, high-fashion wardrobe compels interest — but only just.