I really liked this film. For the first 90 minutes or so. Then, as the body count exceeded what I thought to be roughly 15 thousand souls, I started to feel like I was missing out on life. The feeling grew exponentially, with every batch of 5 thousand casualties.

When John Wick began his ascent to the top of Sacré Coeur, where he faced a hundred new villains (probably the planet's last surviving human male specimens), I considered leaving. But it was Mr. Nobody yelling his "balls" cormmand (whereupon his dog jumps at a man's crotch, and then urinates over his dead body) that achieved the feat.

On my way home, I reminisced about the good old days, when an action-loaded, far-fetched but highly entertaining movie could be squeezed into 87 minutes (e.g. Commando, 1985; btw. 51% of the running time of John Wick: Chapter 4).

Anyway, ChatGPT informs me that "There is no clear evidence to suggest that watching stupid films or any other form of entertainment can significantly lower a person's IQ," so it's not all bad. But I lost good lunch money and 3 hours of my life, and there's no refund on these.