The makers of this tosh seriously overrated themselves.
They must have thought their lazy and ludicrous plot made their movie as visonary and leftfield as The Matrix, despite lacking any zeitgeist or inner reality, or indeed any sign that it wasn't penned by an eight-year old who spends his waking hours drinking Red Bull and playing Grand Theft Auto.
Perhaps the makers thought parachuting in Angelina Jolie gave it the sexy sassiness of Mr & Mrs Smith; instead, the deathly professionalism needed by the distinguished cast to fulfill their contracts and issue their awful lines with straight faces leaves them no energy for anything more than constipated grumpiness.
Instead of lending this crock the earthy, urban lyricism of Pulp Fiction, the potty-mouthed, witless script sounds like it was penned by Vicky Pollard.
As for its much-vaunted special effects, if your idea of visual flair is endless shots of bullets tunnelling through cerebral matter, then this movie will excite you immensely. Even then, perverts of your ilk will get better value for money from the over-18 content on You Tube.
Worst of all, I rented this turkey and persuaded others to watch it, so there go my voting rights for the next few movie nights.
This crude, lazy effort at a high-kicking, comic-book actioner has only one distinguishing feature; it's somewhat less awful than Shoot 'Em Up and Jumper. Don't waste your time and money on this when you could just watch The Matrix, Kill Bill or Pulp Fiction again, or anything from Hong Kong.