Spoiler: The best and worst moment in John Wick 3 is at the end when, after almost two hours of brain-splattering, eye-gouging, head-stabbing mania, John and the end-of-level boss sit side by side, exhausted, The Baddie with a sword sticking through his chest and out his back. He is beaten. Wick has won. "Hey John," he wheezes, "that was a pretty good fight, huh?" "Yeah," says Wick, getting up and starting to walk away. "Don't worry about me," says The Baddie with some difficulty, clearly dying, "I've just gotta catch my breath. I'll catch up to you, John." Wick, who is walking away, pauses, looks back and delivers the zinger: "No you won't." It's the best moment because it's the only time anyone has any humanity in the whole movie. They've established the Baddie as a John Wick fanboy who, he says, in an other life, would be friends with Wick. Now, even in death, he plays down what Wick has done to him. He is generous of spirit, gracious in defeat, appealing for warmth.
And it's the worst moment because here we see Wick laid bare: cold, witless, robotic. We are asked to admire him for his loyalty and survival instinct – but really, he's a heartless prick.
If this was a Clint Eastwood movie, Wick would've humoured him.
Lee Van Cleef: “Don't worry about me. I've just gotta catch my breath. I'll catch up to you, Blondie." Clint pauses. Takes a puff on his cigar. "Sure, " he says, as an Ennio Morricone theme swells elegiacally. "I'll see you in a minute." [We see the body fall, slowly. Clint squints that squint that says that he is pained by this. That they are good men in bad situations.] *That*'s grace. *That*'s a hero. This is just a load of old Keanu.