At first, I thought that this was just one of those movies with a misleading trailer: They want you to think it’s a tense spy thriller; when really, it’s a dysfunctional family dramedy. You know, a dad who’s always gone for work—because work as a CIA assassin can be demanding—repairs the relationship with his daughter. Then a bit further into it, it occurred to me: It’s an awful, awful movie. Honestly, even with a powerhouse like Costner in the starring role, I am baffled as to how this movie was given the green light, produced and released.
Ethan Renner (Kevin Costner) is a CIA assassin with a terminal illness and just months to live. In a moment of clarity, he decides to spend his final days reconnecting with his estranged wife, Christine (Connie Nielsen), and daughter Zoey (Hailee Steinfeld). That’s when a mysterious agency handler, Vivi (Amber Heard), offers him an experimental drug in exchange for one last job. Ethan must take out The Wolf, a rarely seen arms dealer who is currently brokering a dirty bomb—or he was. In any event, the CIA wants him dead. Don’t think too hard about it. In fact, that’s my advice for most of it.
This movie is offensively bad—from the opening scene where a top secret meeting seems to take place in the lobby of an office building, to Ethan’s conveniently timed seizures, to the soundtrack borrowed from a French rom-com, to the family of squatters living in Ethan’s apartment…I should stop. I’m going to get violent. At one point in the movie, Ethan is experiencing a severe reaction to his mystery medication. Vivi tells Ethan to drink vodka to make it bearable. I would advise you to do the same. It’s a 3.