I was ready to despise “The Gray Man,” because who wouldn’t be? It was directed by the Russo Brothers, two men who appeared hell-bent on transforming the job of film director from that of a skilled craftsman to that of a boilerplate tech company executive. It’s available on Netflix, a fading company whose last foray into big action movies was “Red Notice,” a limp Dwayne Johnson/Ryan Reynolds/Gal Gadot vehicle, which everyone hated if they haven’t already forgotten about it entirely. And friends whom I trust saw “The Gray Man” and were equal parts bored and irritated. So I, being of sound mind, was all set to watch this movie, hate it, and then reap a page view bonanza with a supremely bitchy hit job on it.
But then Ryan Gosling had to go and f—k it all up.