Waiting for it to finish is like sitting bored on a hard plastic chair and then realising your phone has run out of battery but the charger is packed in a suitcase you already checked in.

All the bouncy music, implausible costume changes, and conveniently omitted details in the world can't force any fun out of a caper that doesn't consider what the audience knows of the plan or convince them to care about how it might go wrong.

It's not in his top tier of material, but it's definitely a Renny Harlin film.

Director Renny Harlin (Cliffhanger) has nothing on his mind besides glorifying the UAE capital, inviting Pierce Brosnan to chew the scenery (all empty calories I'm afraid, Pierce) and letting Nick Cannon ride on lowbrow humour and outdated caricatures.