Whiney arsewit with
an encyclopedic collection of neuroses and flaws turns out to be a deactivated/sleeper super agent, like a pot smoking version of Jason Bourne.
No where near as good
as the Bourne films which are cocking masterpieces. Apart from the fourth one,
where it was that guy with the crumpled face instead of Matt Damon, that one
was shite.
Not enough action to
be exciting, not enough laughs to be a comedy, it sits in that bland,
cinemogenized middle-ground like another fucking terrible Judd Apatow film that
are beloved by undemanding, spoon-fed fuckwits who would probably be happy to
spend two hours laughing at a fucking grapefruit if they were told to. Dicks.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3316948/
5/10
Perkin.
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