Remarkably insufferable protagonist. At least there's the vicarious satisfaction of a scene where the screenwriter's namesake gets his ass kicked.

A treat for those with a very specific affinity for Noomi Rapace having the opportunity to do a lot of stuff.

Taliban fighters are ignominiously dispatched in gloriously juicy splatters; our protagonist's comrades valiantly fall in majestic slow-motion. All that's missing are insert shots of awed, teary-eyed observers. Hooyah.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.