It has the stars; it has the exotic European locale; it has the CIA; it has a MacGuffin briefcase.

All that considered, The Cold Light Of Day is the very button of mediocrity.

It's an increasingly familiar situation whereby a film strives so hard to be considered merely perfunctory. Its goal is, seemingly, to be average.

No standout action scenes; no standout performances; no standout plot. Just a checklist of escape scenes and car chases against a vaguely unfamilar backdrop.

The Boring Identity.