No one'll ever write a book titled The McG Touch, particularly one based on the time he killed directing this movie. Here’s another Luc Besson production that appears to have been sitting on a shelf in the Cannon Film vault since 1977. Who better than McG (Charlie’s Angels, Terminator Salvation) to pick up the battered baton of clumsy “hacktion” directors Michael Winner or J. Lee Thompson? Get ready for a shell-casing blast of movie cliches, terrible performances (Amber Heard had better keep her looks if she plans on pursuing a career in “acting”), and dopey dialog. Co-writer Besson basically acknowledges these faults and the film is oddly that much better for it. Nowhere near the watermark set by Besson’s previous successes District B13 and Taken; call it unabashed nostalgia, when it comes time to compile the list of 2014’s guiltiest pleasures, this will rank high at the top. (2014) — Scott Marks