Watched: 9 January

This uninspired, sloppy Vegas-set action thriller stars Jamie Foxx as an undercover (or possibly dirty) cop trying to free his captive teenage son from various drug-dealing ne’er-do-wells. It’s mostly set within a casino, but it doesn’t really have much to do with gambling and could have taken place anywhere, as the action movie clichés that clog up the screenplay are pretty much transferable to any place or time and the plot is as rote as they come. It’s also a flatly-directed affair, with Foxx failing to inject any life into his blandly-written hero, while the tellingly grim-faced cast of supporting actors (Dermot Mulroney, Michelle Monaghan, Scoot McNairy, David Harbour) have to make do with dreary one-dimensional parts that were pretty tired when they were written into Seagal, Schwarzenegger and Stallone actioners during the 1980s. The action is unmemorable, there are various plot holes throughout, and I could go on and provide details, but I’ve no desire to spend any more time writing about it. (*)