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Wrath of Man: a Jason Statham movie directed by Guy Ritchie. Check. A revenge thriller sporting the clothing of a heist thriller: a savoury treat-within-a-treat, like a bacon-wrapped sausage. Check, check. The movie is more or less a remake of the 2004 French film Cash Truck (Le Convoyeur), and its cast is a dreamy assortment of dependably engaging character stalwarts (Eddie Marsan, Holt McCallany, Andy García, Jeffrey Donovan) with a few against-type additions (Josh Hartnett, Raúl Castillo, comedian Rob Delaney), a worthwhile Scott Eastwood — and, yeah, even a little Post Malone (playing “Robber #6,” so don’t have your hopes up about an extensive cameo). The checks pile on. But Ritchie and Statham are the names that matter most — clearly. They’ve got the compatible swagger that makes the movie worth watching. Ritchie is a director whose style is always mired in the disarmingly foulmouthed delight of meatheaded wit. Statham is like a human trash compactor, too good at inspiring B-movie