Well as a Reacher fan I was not impressed when it was announced TC would be the lead. I mean if you describe your hero as
"Reacher was a big man, six feet five inches tall, heavily built, and that night as always he looked a little ragged and unkempt. Lonely drivers wanted pleasant and unthreatening company, and Reacher knew from long experience that visually he was no one’s first choice of companion. Too intimidating." (A Wanted Man)
or do this?
"You’re in my house, fat boy,” I said. “But I’m going to give you a choice.”
“Choice of what?” said the big guy. Blankly. Surprised.
“A choice of exit strategies, fat boy,” I said.
“Say what?” he said.
“What I mean is this,” I said. “You’re going to leave. That’s for sure. Your choice is about how you leave. Either you can walk out of here by yourself, or these other fat boys behind you are going to carry you out in a bucket.”
“Oh yeah?” he said.
“For sure,” I said. “I’m going to count to three, OK, so you better choose real quick, right?”
He glared at me.
“One,” I counted. No response.
“Two,” I counted. No response.
Then I cheated. Instead of counting three I headbutted him full in the face. Came off the back foot with a thrust up the legs and whipped my head forward and smashed it into his nose. It was beautifully done. The forehead is a perfect arch in all planes and very strong. The skull at the front is very thick. I have a ridge up there like concrete. The human head is very heavy. All kinds of neck muscles and back muscles balance it. It’s like getting hit in the face with a bowling ball. It’s always a surprise. People expect punching or kicking. A headbutt is always unexpected. It comes out of the blue.
It must have caved his whole face in. I guess I pulped his nose and smashed both his cheekbones. Jarred his little brain around real good. His legs crumpled and he hit the floor like a puppet with the strings cut. Like an ox in the slaughterhouse. His skull cracked on the concrete floor.
I stared around the knot of men. They were busy reassessing my status.
“Who’s next?” I said. “But this is like Vegas now, it’s double or quits. This guy is going to the hospital, maybe six weeks in a metal mask. So the next guy gets twelve weeks in the hospital, you understand that? Couple of smashed elbows, right? So who’s next?”" (Killing Floor).
How on earth did they think TC could do it. I mean he is not even 5' with his hands up!!! (exaggeration I know) If the film had been released and was not advertised as a Reacher film then it would have been entertaining. However, I just couldn't get passed the lack of everything from TC - as there is no way you could ever mistake the two. Not only that it deviated from the book a fair amount. Was this to compensate for TC lacking in so many areas?
Am looking forward to Lee Childs next book which is due out later in the year. He is a wonderful author, have only read one of his books that I didn't like. Not sure about any further films. Possible considerations for replacement, in my opinion, are jim caviezel (person of interest), Shemar Moore (criminal minds), Gerard Butler (300), Russell Crowe (Gladiator), I mean there were a few to choose from not to mention they could have picked someone unknown, I know sacrilege in Hollywood but really TC just doesn't do it for me.