Samuel L Jackson is laboured with yet more bargain-basement sub-Tarantino comebacks. I’m afraid Salma Hayek actually does play a Mexican firecracker required to shout “cucaracha!” whenever the noise dies down. It feels as if the other half is taken up with good actors slumming their way through cliched variations on their most profitable personae. It would not be true to say that half the film is taken up with aerial shots of European cities that offer generous tax breaks: London, Amsterdam, Manchester, the Hague, Coventry (no, really). If you heard a suspicious helicopter outside your house last spring, there is some small chance that the folk behind this bizarre action comedy were to blame.
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