The latest from star/producer Jason Momoa is howlingly enjoyable nonsense, a father/daughter actioner with a last minute twist that tries hard, but can’t quite explain away the previous 109 minutes of lunacy bookended by spectacular rooftop dives in the North Shore from high atop Pittsburgh’s PNC Park. Ray (Momoa) blames the death of his wife on a pharmaceutical company and will stop at nothing, least of all inwardly-motivated logic, to take down CEO Justin Bartha. CNN and the police ignore a death threat Ray phone in live. In the spirit of a serial killer, one wall of the cold water flat Ray shares with his titular teenage daughter Rae (Isabela Merced) has pictures of Keeley plastered all over it. You think that's odd? Disguised as a waiter, Ray gains entry to a charity auction quicker than a Capitol insurrectionist. What are the chances a man Ray’s size is going to find a uniform on the rack with a 70-inch shoulder width? The audience can be heard applauding while one flight below, the sound of Ray's gunshots go unnoticed. While on the lam, Ray rigs the exit door outside their motel room with sleigh bells. The inn must cater to the deaf; why else doesn’t anyone report the ensuing gunfire? When the twist hits, it does so with the force of a tornado unscrewing your head. I won’t spoil it, nor will I allow it to get in the way of the unjustifiable silliness that deposits us back at PNC Park for the big reveal. Brian Andrew Mendoza directs a script by Gregg Hurwitz and Philip Eisner. (2021) — Scott Marks
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