In “Killer Elite,” Duty-Bound Warriors Pummel Each Other In Crisp, Brutal Dustups
Wholly unrelated to the 1975 Sam Peckinpah film of the same name, Killer Elite is distinguished by one no-mercy, eye-gouging, testicle-punching brawl and one whoppingly indifferent screenplay. After a collateral-damage close call awakens his conscience — the first of many perfunctorily recycled bits to come — hit man Danny Bryce…