Statham at least looks the business: strong, implacable, his perfectly maintained stubble never in doubt, his angular physique as rigid as it’s ever been. Now 57, he is not as agile as he used to be, but he still convinces. Yet the action here is utterly flat, Cade’s much-trumpeted skillset as an ex-Royal Marine never compelling. His best move is to intimidate a bad guy by overpouring maple syrup on his pancakes. Otherwise he seems contractually immune to gunshots, never in jeopardy, never any danger of actual drama or tension. It’s witless, suspense-free, tedious.