Jonas Åkerlund’s film gives viewers two well-worn assassin narratives for the price of one.
Only the very charitable would characterize this strain of providence as anything other than dumb, or at least incredibly forgetful.
Guillermo del Toro doesn’t rise above the obligations of staging a film of this sort as a video game.
The film is a low-rent neo-noir propped up by descriptions of, rather than depictions of, sexual kink.