This illogical and hedonistic remake of a 1972 Charles Bronson action-thriller stars Jason Statham and is designed to appeal to the sort of audiences who like watching, well, Jason Statham movies. Hitman extraordinaire Arthur Bishop (Statham) is hired to take out his mentor, Harry (Donald Sutherland, the film's lone highlight). Haunted by latent grief, Arthur befriends Harry's son Steve (Ben Foster) and teaches him the tools of his violent trade. Each lead plays to type (Statham is the mindless meathead and Foster the method-acting sociopath) while their characters are blank slates devoid of any genuine emotion or rational underpinning. What's most counterintuitive—and reprehensible—is that we're asked to embrace a protagonist who slays his crippled father-figure and then torments and kills the guilty and innocent alike on some cockeyed path to absolution. Everyone is equal cannon fodder in this neo-grindhouse flick, whether they're a pedophile, a televangelist, a security guard's wife and daughter or the hapless theatergoer.