Mack Stone

A litany of the worst cop movie cliches, strung together with ridiculous implausibilities, unmotivated exposition, and patronising tokenism. Entirely predictable from beginning to end, you'd need the IQ of a houseplant not to know what's coming at least ten minutes before it happens. And then there's the "acting": Al Pacino and Karl Urban struggling with, and losing against, a dismal script and poor direction. A little bit of your time you'll want back but won't get.