Returning screenwriters Jon and Erich Hoeber have penned a surplus of minor melees and major set-pieces.
Alas, Parisot bungles most of them, bringing neither visceral thrills or visual coherence to the action.
The climax looks like a stray grenade went off in the editing suite before an unmotivated intern pieced the final cut back together as best they could.
While trying to follow the numerous underdeveloped plot points and make sense of the muddled shoot-outs, you’ll be forgiven for feeling like you’re losing your marbles.
Fortunately, you’ll likely have forgotten the whole misadventure by the time the house lights come up.