“Hit men don’t exist,” we are told a couple of times in Richard Linklater’s perceptive comedy Hit Man. Well, they sure exist in movies, and one of the pure pleasures of this movie is that Linklater sets up the many sit-downs between various assassination clients and “hit man” Gary Johnson (Glen Powell, who wrote the script with Linklater) as theater enacted between people who only know about hit men from the movies. Gary is actually a professor and part-time police tech who gets pulled into going undercover as a hit man to snare folks who are in the market for one. He knows what people expect a hit man to look and act like, and does his job so well that for a long while he puts a lot of murder shoppers away.
For all the talk about and desire for killing in Hit Man, there’s only one (bloodless) death; the film is about pretending, not killing. Hit Man is based rather loosely on a 2001 Texas Monthly piece by Skip Hollandsworth, who also cowrote Linklater’s Bernie from another of his articles. The movie takes inspiration from an anecdote in the article — Gary was approached by a woman in an abusive relationship to get rid of her violent boyfriend, and instead arranged for her to get shelter and other help — and expands it into a romantic subplot when Gary meets the frightened Madison (Adria Arjona). Linklater is one of the last great American directors with the skill and warmth to give us romance we believe in, and Powell and Arjona make an intimate, witty, sexy couple.
If that part of the narrative didn’t work, Hit Man might still be amusing but not nearly as meaningful. Powell weighs in with a compelling portrait of a clever but decent guy, and Linklater is careful not to make most of the murder seekers into cartoons; in their couple of minutes they convey plausible motives, even if we find them abhorrent. (It doesn’t matter if we believe a bitter man’s ex-wife deserves death; what matters is that we believe he believes it.) Linklater loves people, always has, and so Hit Man is a true-crime story concerned with crime being stopped while it’s still only theoretical. Gary teaches philosophy and literature, and is interested in ideas, so he approaches his strange side hustle as “research.” He’s looking for the moment when an idea gets closer to becoming a fact, usually when the client comes out and says plainly what they want and offers money for it.
Gary is going along smoothly until he meets Madison and they fall in love. She still doesn’t know he’s with the police, and he finds it harder and harder to keep that from her. Some of the resulting suspense derives from familiar awkward situations like being out on the town with your new girlfriend and running into her ex. There’s also the jerky Jasper (Austin Amelio), the precinct’s previous fake hit man, who resents Gary’s supplanting him and turns up as a threat to his cover. Jasper is not entirely wrong; he picks up on something that also bothers us about Gary — that he’s a little slick and smug, and doesn’t seem to share Linklater’s humanist regard for the mostly white-trash folks who try to buy Gary’s services. To him, they are academically interesting but not really people. It’s only Madison — who has her own issues — who seems to make Gary rethink what he’s doing.
In Linklater’s work, no one is ever all bad or all good. This director works his characters with warm, soft hands, setting the stage for the actors to take over and win our sympathy honestly. As Hit Man starts to wind down, Linklater’s and Powell’s inventions start to outpace the credibility of what we’re shown. That’s why the movie hedges its bets at the start and establishes the events as “somewhat true.” But Linklater knows as well as Gary what the movie-fed audience wants, and he gives it to us (no spoilers). Hit Man ends up being an almost meta investigation into why tropes work the way they do and why they’re essential to stories. Gary has to give his “clients” the hit man they’re expecting or it won’t work. Powell makes Gary, himself, and the movie work terrifically well.