The picture may feel more than a little familiar, but [director] Ayer knows how to cook up intense setpieces, and Reeves keeps getting better at the weary hero role he continually gravitates toward.. The movie belongs to Reeves, who at 43 is finally starting to look like an adult, with greater heft all round. He does Clint proud.. This is something rare: a movie that insulates itself against its own rottenness by being lousy by design.. Don't expect the giddy charm of the first film.. [A] seizur...
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