At long last: an action movie rendered in the manner of a First Person Shooter video game, right down to the regeneration of characters, humorous and/or expository cutscenes, the acquisition of bonus life packs along the way, and the endless final battle against the taunting big boss and his minions. There's a story here, or at least the idea of one: something about memory and identity and the way they inform our hero, who wakes up at the outset with little of either and a mostly mechanical body. But the story exists mainly to provide reason and shape for the frenzy of carnage: constant, numbing, and in the film's view at least, occasionally funny. (A would-be rapist getting his testicles crushed and then being forced to deep throat a nightstick — that sort of thing.) But despite the constant visual stimulation, it's easy to imagine viewers growing impatient while they wait for their turn with the controller. Sharlto Copley makes the most of his turn as a bunch of different personas named Jimmy; Ilya Naishuller writes and directs. (2016) — Matthew Lickona
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