How did the same director get from the rough but oddly compelling 1983 original to this thoroughly amateurish X-Files knock-off? Inept is the word for it.

The main protagonist of this dirtbag drug-bust cop thriller spends what must be several days — between a Hong Kong junk and a turboprop dogfight over the outskirts of Rome via multiple chases and shootouts — wearing a ratty Canadian tuxedo with a rope belt. Does that sell it for you?

There’s a film to be made about dissociative identity disorder, how it affects those who live with it and how it remains a controversial issue within psychiatric circles. This? This is not it.

J-pop pretty boys in Sons-of-Anarchy-meet-The-Warriors gang battles? OK I’m in.