Who in the H'ood spends such an obscene flow of cash to film a test drive of an Alfa Romeo painted in a way that would offend even the poorest pimp? You can't get more undercover. The first 10 minutes in this latest fixture of this director more fond of engine revving than film directing, take place in a city that saw their share of real directors in the past, and serve to introduce to us the glamorous team that will take on cruel tyrants: a billionaire always showing his mug through the aforementioned car's window, a doctor performing medical procedures while on speed, a driver that does both the driving and the drooling over local mates and both the hitting of pedestrians (crashing weddings too) and the sparing of botched puppies. It has become apparent I wasn't going to spend the remaining 2 hours in their company knowing very well that the dictator and his generals don't stand a chance against this director and his (s)crew(s). It was rigged right from the start and up until the very end. The rest was just engine revs as a poet once said.

I opted for no spoilers for this review as you can't possibly spoil this. It's like cinematic pasta. You can boil it way past the purchase date and even reheat it. The IQ level permeating from the script is concisely captured in a single line from the Parkourist: "there are so many f* vias in Italy" Right? I wonder what streets are. I was thrilled to see empowered women in this. Doing the exact same sh* men did. At this point movies seem like schemes of money laundering. A solid 1 star from me for the performances and the direction(?) and 10 for the scheme, I mean the script. Mindless doesn't even begin to describe what's on camera. The filmmaker and his crew flashes you incessantly with the most hideous car crashes and accident deaths. This is a textbook for psychiatry and both target audience and film crew are due for a check. I would not be surprised to find out that IS filmmakers were co-opted as experts for this or at least that their work was painstakingly studied.