A nicely-made action-thriller, one with analog car chases and non-digital explosions, like a long tall glass of cold water in a world that mostly offers you Bud Light or Crystal Pepsi.
There is something to be said for a thriller that rips along with no regard for anything other than its own pace, coasting on Mr. Brosnan’s blunter-than-Bond suavity and Ms. Kurylenko’s beauty.
Runs through spy-movie cliches with such dogged obligation that it often plays like a YouTube compilation of scenes from older, better thrillers, generating little overall tension and only occasionally approaching basic coherence.