Joshua Kelley

A Masterclass in Wasted Potential This film’s few redeeming qualities—a stellar cast, a wild premise, and the occasional brilliant moment like the exhilarating rooftop chase—only make its failures more pronounced. Despite this potential, the end result is a tedious, convoluted mess that fails on nearly every level. The most critical failure is its characters. Promising figures like the "French 75" gang are introduced with cool codenames, only to be reduced to hollow archetypes. Beverly Hills has one electric scene before being sidelined, while others like The Gringo Coyote and Jungle Pussy remain frustratingly underdeveloped sketches, a staggering flaw in a nearly three-hour film. With no one to root for, the emotional core is nonexistent. The narrative collapses under its own weight. The final act drags interminably, layering endless chases and a pretentious, tone-deaf monologue onto an already anti-climactic resolution. The plot abandons key threads, like the protagonist's mother, rendering the entire story feeling inconsequential. This is compounded by a grating, ill-fitting soundtrack and a bloated runtime that insults the audience's patience. Ultimately, this is a ham-fisted, cartoonish exercise in self-importance. It sacrifices coherent storytelling and believable human behavior for a tone-deaf political message, wasting a talented cast on unlikeable caricatures. Don't be fooled by its artistic pretensions; save your time and money.