The latest from sensitive thug Jason Statham doesn't lack for ambition. Yes, there is plenty of arm-twisting and face-punching and general badassery. But there's also London's Chinese underworld, London's Russian underworld, human trafficking of various kinds, war crimes, self-treated PTSD, a nun on the run from her past and herself, debates on personal vs. general justice, a little God talk, an estranged family, and the haunting specter of government surveillance. (We won't dwell on the art-gallery chat about how penises are part of nature, or the question of whether even a teetotaler can get smashed on one glass of Champagne.) It's a lot to take in over an hour and forty minutes — too much, really — and the overstuffing makes the sloggy pace seem doubly strange. But there are no car chases, some complicated people, and a number of moments that qualify as human. With Agata Buzek. (2013) — Matthew Lickona