Tommy Wirkola’s film squanders an evocative premise in favor of rote gun-fu carnage.
The film has been executed with a sense of formally stylish and thematically symmetric panache.
In the end, any and all potential B-movie fun is extinguished by the film’s depressingly listless anonymity.
It lacks the fire and eccentricity that we want from our stories of adventurers driven by obsessions that could be seen as egotistical or just plain bonkers.
