Ice Road: Vengeance

For being an ostensible sequel, “Ice Road: Vengeance” features zero ice roads. In fact, writer-director Jonathan Hensleigh’s follow-up barely stands apart from any of the other baker’s dozen punch-em-ups Neeson has led in the last decade.

Destined to be quickly forgotten even by fans of its predecessor, Ice Road: Vengeance proves as generic as its title.

The film’s existence seems to rely on a bet that someone out there was dying to see a few more minutes of Gurty flashbacks. If that’s you, you’re in for a great weekend at the movies.

... simply another formulaic scenario for Neeson to exact vigilante justice.

Ice Road: Vengeance is a dramatic and intense action thriller that makes great use of all the tools in its disposal, and has a great story.

Is Neeson part of an elaborate fraternity prank? Blackmail? A fan of career suicide that borders on professional masochism? Ice Road: Vengeance is a mind-numbing, atrocious, and utterly ridiculous piece of trash cinema—a true embarrassment of humiliation.

The film makes no impression and, for nearly two full hours, offers up one question: Where the hell are the ice roads? Maybe it’s a 4-D chess distraction from how pointless and bland this all is

Ice Road: Vengeance ... is too bland, formulaic, and tonally inconsistent to succeed on its own terms.

A pedestrian, bland and lackluster B-movie.

There’s roughly the same mix of passable excitement and B-movie silliness to provide an entertaining sit, and while Neeson may be on autopilot at this point, he remains an enjoyably gruff action figure.