|Written by Ivan Radford|
|Wednesday, 27 May 2009 12:58|
Director: Renny Harlin
Poor old Danny Fisher (Cena). Not only has his wife been kidnapped by an escaped convict, but he's got to complete 12 Herculean tasks to get her back alive. If only he wasn't such a nice, honest guy. If only he hadn't chased down Miles Jackson (Gillen), inadvertently leading to the death of Miles' girlfriend. If only Miles wasn't so crazy and hellbent on revenge. If only Molly (Scott) was home safely, wrapped in Danny's butch arms. That's a lot of of 'if's for one man's head. Which would explain why he constantly looks confused, like a dazed rabbit in the headlights of a minibus filled with war veterans.
But bless Michael Cena, he's only a wrestler. Aiming to emulate The Rock's transfer from ring to screen, he runs, he jumps, he piledrives his way through cars, buildings, elevators and children - well, maybe not children. But truth be told, he's no Dwayne Johnson. Gazing around him as buses collide with trains, his lack of charisma puts him closer to a cardboard cut-out of Mark Wahlberg. Clocks tick, trams veer out of control and lots of things blow up. And all the while Danny is on the phone to Miles, following his every instruction. It's Die Hard 3, but not as good.
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