A gun deal goes wrong in an abandoned umbrella factory in Boston. The premise for director Ben Wheatley's latest could be the the most ingenious in a decade. But its lack of snappy lines and a needed shift in the second act makes it only a rip-off of those who do these things best—Tarrantino and the McDonagh brothers.
The violence, almost all of it perpetrated by gunfire, is cartoonish but its relentless action quickly wears on the nerves. The film's excellent sound design should come with a warning for anyone suffering from PTSD. Not even Cillian Murphy ("Peaky Blinders") and those prominent cheekbones can provide respite from the film's increasing ridiculousness.