Stratton

An aggressively unimposing movie such as this might not be the worst time-waster. But it's still a time-waster.

Solidly pro in overall packaging yet cliched, pedestrian and indistinct in specific contributions, this thriller never finds (let alone raises) its own pulse.

A stale espionage thriller that possesses all the pulse-pounding intrigue of waiting in line at the DMV.

Cooper, requisitely bearded, plays Stratton merely as a mildly sullen professional who goes about his business; there's little surface indication of the hurt and loneliness that must be driving this man at each step.

Less an action movie, more a direct breach of the Geneva conventions, Stratton is a wannabe Bond knock-off with water on the brain.

West aims for a kind of Jason Bourne or Mission: Impossible feel, but he falls short in budget, star power and explosive spectacle.

It may sound like I'm really laying into Stratton because I hated it, but hate would be much too strong a word for something so entirely devoid of passion.

A pretty unremarkable caper: a by-the-numbers movie about a macho-maverick-man doing macho-maverick-man things.

A frustrating, bland, cliché-ridden affair that does nobody involved any favours. Blink and you'll forget it, and that's no bad thing.

A fast-paced cheaply made Euro thriller that reminds us Jason Bourne was a good film and this similar action pic is not.