Zach Gilbert’s review published on Letterboxd:
The Protégé is absolutely noooothing new, and the story is pretty subpar (it starts strong, but its propulsive momentum sadly peters out before the third act), and yet… I’d be lying if I didn’t say I still enjoyed it in some capacity.
For starters, Maggie Q has been and always will be a badass, and she leads this movie with a ferocious energy that you simply can’t look away from. Likewise, her chemistry with Michael Keaton is fucking ELECTRIC. The script may let its stars down in other scenes, but their dialogue is delicious, and if this movie is worth recommending at all, it’s due to how much fun the two have with their blistering back-and-forth.
The rest is pretty boilerplate stuff, and Samuel L. Jackson is semi-wasted, but it’s mercifully short (only around ~100 minutes) and it never really wears out its welcome. Doesn’t do much to set itself apart from other “female assassin” flicks (Atomic Blonde, Anna, Ava, etc.), but you won’t regret watching it either.