Rawson Marshall Thurber is a cinematic underachiever. The man knows how to put a film together, and his recent collaborations with Dwayne Johnson have been a solid match-up, but it always feels like his films should be far more interesting than they actually turn out. I mean, when the film of his that has aged the best contains an entire scene aggrandising Lance Armstrong and a bi-bait finale, something is askew. So, as I look at his latest feature, know that I will probably give the guy a hard time but it’s mainly because he’s shown enough talent as a filmmaker to be doing better than he has of late.
