You would think that directors would know better than to start a movie with a long, CGI car chase. But I guess standards are lower for Netflix originals.

I'm only 6 minutes in, we're still in the car chase, and I already feel comfortable delivering a 2 star rating. It comes off as an attempt to emulate the quirky kineticism of Guy Ritchie, but it's... Michael Bay. It's obvious pandering done with a sloppy hand that made me angry and indignant in no time flat. I'll revisit this review if I can bring myself to finish watching it, and if finishing it actually reveals anything other than what it's already beaten me over the skull with.

**Update**

I finished it. For some reason. It was personally insulting start to finish. People in designer clothes wearing sunglasses in exotic locales, walking away from explosions in slow motion. Totally trite and derivative. Not even good background noise or schlock entertainment. Avoid.