It’s supposed to be intense, but it’s just silly. Unless it’s secretly about one woman ridding the world of notorious arms dealers through sly manipulation.
Piles of noirish exposition get the better of Jason Statham in this unpleasantly retrograde crime drama. What happened in Vegas should have stayed there.
grunt grunt grunt *glower* [insert mockney swearing] bash crash punch kick [insert closeup of unshaven stubble]
“I’ve put a price on your head so big, when you look in the mirror, your reflection is gonna wanna shoot you in the face.” –Dean (Tony Goldwyn)
The auteur who gave us Con Air, The General’s Daughter, and Lara Croft: Tomb Raider is back, extending his cinema terrible of violent, unthinking nihilism and brutal, pointless action. Oh, and misogyny for fun. Hoorah!
Oo oo oo, Tony Goldwyn is in this. That will make enduring the thuggishness that is Jason Statham slightly more tolerable.