The Jesuit is the alias of a man who was wrongly accused and became imprisoned. When The Jesuit discovers that his wife has been murdered and his son kidnapped and taken to Mexico, he elaborates a complex and dangerous plan to rescue his son and avenge the death of his deceased wife.... (Full plot summary below)
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The Jesuit is the alias of a man who was wrongly accused and became imprisoned. When The Jesuit discovers that his wife has been murdered and his son kidnapped and taken to Mexico, he elaborates a complex and dangerous plan to rescue his son and avenge the death of his deceased wife.
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| Slant MagazineMark HansonAt its best, Alfonso Pineda Ulloa’s film gleefully embodies the grungy spirit of classic exploitation cinema. |
| The Film StageDan MeccaThere is something admirable about the sheer hopelessness of this narrative. It’s not altogether surprising given Schrader’s imprint, but it lacks the nuances of something like First Reformed or The Card Counter. |
| Movie NationRoger MooreAs C-movies aiming for B go, “Saints” is watchable if utterly perfunctory in between the fights. It may have “Schrader” on the credits, but there’s not enough of The Master’s Touch here to elevate the material, the leading man or the movie to where it wants to be. |
| The New York TimesCalum MarshThe director, Ulloa, tries to mask the derivative story by embellishing the violence, cutting to closeups of flesh wounds and bullet holes as a distraction from the routine plot and hardboiled dialogue — he seems to be aiming for stark and gritty, but his tough-talking assassins, crime lords and arms dealers bring the whole thing closer to unintentional camp. |
| Film ThreatAlex SavelievAlas, instead of a scathing critique of racial injustice, a revamping of the “man seeks revenge after his family is murdered/kidnapped” trope, the director delivers gratuitously violent, vulgar, clichéd, jaw-droppingly sexist, and racist cinematic bile. |
| The GuardianPeter BradshawThe film clunks on, acted with no flair or charisma by anyone in the cast and no energy or interest in the direction. A Rodriguez or a Tarantino – or, indeed, a Schrader – might have found something in the film’s episodic structure and its gallery of grotesques, but, as it is, this is just leaden. |
