‘I fucking hate snipers,” says a meathead mercenary after finally laying hands on Scott Adkins’ marksman and using him to dust down an elevator. It’s hard not to have some sympathy, after the lengthy preamble of boorish buddy banter between jaded shooter Sam (Adkins) and his brash spotter Ken (Jack Parr) in this clunky huit clos action movie directed by longtime stuntman Nick McKinless. Their knucklehead repartee makes Fast & Furious look like Gilbert and Sullivan; clearly these are two guys who have spent too much time in each other’s company.
A veteran for some shadowy agency who handles government-approved assassinations, Sam loses his mojo after accidentally wounding a bystander. So he chooses to quit, but fails to observe long-established movie wisdom about never accepting One Last Job. Their plummy-voiced handler Tamara (Alice Eve) puts them up in a luxury hotel, and to Ken’s delight, sweetens the deal with a couple of Slavic sex workers (Madalina Bellariu Ion and Alba de Torrebruna). But Ken spots a flash in the window of a nearby skyscraper, and the four of them find themselves in the crosshairs.
