the best thing about the John Wick films is that this is John at his worst. like... his wife has just died of a terminal illness, so he's already exhausted from that. he is living in a cloud of depressive grief. and that's before the story even starts. the first 3 films span three or so weeks, which he kicks off by being beaten unconscious. from that point forward, he gets stabbed repeatedly, punched everywhere on his body, sliced open, suffocated, thrown through walls, slammed into by multiple vehicles, falls off multiple balconies and rooftops, nearly dies in the desert, barely sleeps if he does at all, and fights his way through a revolving door of back-to-back attacks from gangs and solo fighters. everywhere he goes, an enemy is waiting behind every single door and corner. his dog and his mentor are killed because of their love for him. for the span of three films the man is being held together by surgical thread, pain meds, energy pills, and sheer willpower. multiple characters including john himself note that he's rusty. RUSTY. imagine what he is capable of when well-rested, emotionally stable, in peak physical condition, and undergoing regular training sessions. no wonder the entire criminal underworld is running scared when he comes back on the scene. it's anyone's guess where along the timeline the 4th film is going to pick up, but I hope SO MUCH that we get to see peak John at some point.
remembering john wick had been training since he was a kid and started off as an assassin, enjoying the thought of being hunted down by young assassin john wick
and this is what he looked like when he was training/ teen or early 20s