At the time I wrote:
Henry (re)gains consciousness as an attractive lady scientist is screwing a new leg onto him. In short order, he falls out of an airship and starts fleeing through a Russian city, pursued by approximately 43,000 anonymous machine-gun-wielding cannon-fodder, and occasionally helped by a series of individuals who all turn out to be Sharlto Copley doing funny voices while wearing funny disguises. Gradually a sort of story emerges.
This film, shot exclusively in POV mode (Henry's), would be a video game adaptation had it been preceded by a video game. As it is, it is exactly like watching someone play a shoot 'em up, with occasional pauses for Copley to deliver a bit of cut-scene exposition. It is otherwise non-stop action, with Henry (who never speaks due to his speech chip not being configured, or some such twaddle) avoiding injury despite the entire population of Russia (apart from a couple of dozen hookers) trying to kill him.
The good news is that there is some phenomenal stunt work from free runners. The bad news is that the minimal story is a) almost incomprehensible and b) risible nonsense, Copley is simply awful in every one of the many parts he plays, and the non-stop action and subjective camera-work mean that this is possibly the most wearying film I have ever seen. I felt exhausted when it finished.
