Clive Owen, rumpled and unshaven as always, vows to take down a corrupt bank (how timely). All the globe-jumping of a Bourne film without the steely purpose. The pièce de résistance, a Guggenheim shootout, is like a mashup of Heat, Suspiria, and Cremaster 3. The rest feels overwritten, overcomplicated.
before the title, be warned—there are possible spoilers in the review.
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