this action thriller never stops moving (except when Olga Kurylenko's kickass heroine Alex has her leg literally caught in a vice), racing through its series of genre routines in the hope that speed alone can cover over any cracks.

From the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers opening, through the Starsky & Hutch "gunfight in a warehouse" set-pieces, to the contractual-obligation shots of Kurylenko's bum, this is utter pants.

Momentum is a strange husk of an action movie, one that contains all the right beats of a Hollywood contender, including a preposterous closing-reel set-up for an entire franchise to come, without a single moment of dramatic intrigue or credibility.

The best thing about Momentum, this year's least anticipated political-gangster thriller, is its Stomp-style opening credit sequence. It gets a bit hammy after that.