"You're a goddamn machine," Donald Sutherland's rheumy-eyed former assassin Harry informs his protégé Arthur (Jason Statham) in Simon West's loud, dunderheaded actioner.
Why does Sutherland keep on starring in this sort of rot? At least he doesn't last terribly long, as Arthur is assigned (by his employers, a sinister organisation run by Tony Goldwyn's smarmy Dean) to dispose of him, which he does with little torment. He's a "machine", after all. Of course, he's made an gross error, so he corrects it by killing lots of people. He also sleeps with a prostitute. And trains his own (annoying) protégé, Steve (Ben Foster). Slick silliness.