Sydney🚀’s review published on Letterboxd:
I will be first in line for a Guy Ritchie film until I die, but I haven’t felt that edge from him in a while and at this point it just feels like wasted potential. He approaches basically his Inglourious Basterds with a nonchalance we’ve seen before - they’re slicing through Nazis like butter, blowing shit up with reckless abandon, and somehow always getting away with it. It’s charming, but I’d be hard pressed to note a sequence in here that genuinely excited me or presented anything innovative. It’s like Operation Fortune in a different font, but at least that one was cracking some jokes (and had a Jason Statham gun cam). The climax should impress but doesn’t get the chance because it’s too dark to see. Is this worse than directors jail, is it directors limbo? What’s going on my brother. I’m here if you need to phone a friend.
