Oh come on, you're not even trying!
If this film were to suddenly vanish from existence, no one would miss it. So painfully by the numbers that it lacks any personality, this is the cinematic equivalent of faking an orgasm. Utterly pointless, it's a new manifestation of fast-food thriller. Yet, as the film progresses, it somewhat sheds that conventional thriller aesthetic and just becomes sillier and sillier. The Bell-Rodriguez side plot in particular has to be seen to be believed.
This is harmless, solidly executed entertainment for the most part. If you had never seen a film before, or in the last 25 years, this might be quite eye-catching. Otherwise (which is basically everyone), this is a purist exercise in over-familiarity. It might not be the worst film you have seen, but at least those films are more distinctive. This is sleepwalking film making, slicked to the brim in soulless audience-catering conventionality. Born out of a boardroom.