When a twist doesn't work, it can unravel a whole film.
Not that there's much holding together this sci-fi thriller by the final third, when its backstory is thrown into disarray; the schlocky flick is dead from the neck up before we're too far into the tale of a dystopian future in which citizens are sold internal organs on the same terms as cars and houses. Like their vehicles and abodes, their inner workings can be repossessed; that grim task falls to Jude Law, an improbably cockney repo man who's knocked for six when he's fitted with a donor organ himself. With all these organs flying around, you'd have thought they could have found the film brain, or at least heart.
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