Cinemablend: Near the end of Con Air, opposition leader Cyrus Grissom lets the cops into the bone yard in order to take out the first and last squad cars, creating “an airtight cage filled with lots and lots of dead people”. 13 Assassins takes that simple premise and multiplies it exponentially. By the end, the narrow corridor looks like Watchmen’s New York City. Severed heads, mutilated horses and rivers of blood coarse their way through the narrow streets. Chaos is disorganized and pointless. Every displaced platelet shed here is a brutalized keepsake of a forgotten age where men lived and died by codes of honor larger than themselves. The Samurai wouldn’t have it any other way.