Mark and ride…
A fter three intense dramatisations of real events (Lone Survivor, Deepwater Horizon and Patriots Day), Mark Wahlberg and director Peter Berg try something new with their fourth collaboration. Well, new for them anyway. For everybody else, Mile 22 –a Bourneaping action yarn about a Mission: Impossible-style team of clandestine commandos – will seem almost intentionally derivative, not least in casting The Raid’s Iko Uwais as a turncoat cop who’s a lethal expert in hand-to-hand combat.
Uwais’ Li Noor arrives at the US embassy in an unspecified South-East Asian country with a proposition: if Wahlberg’s hyperactive agent offers him protection on the 22-mile ride to the airport, he’ll unlock a gradually self-destructing computer disc containing the location of some awol nuclear material. In effect, Wahlberg’s role is that of a heavily armed Uber driver – one whose skills are soon called upon when a legion of gun-toting, motorcycle-riding goons descend to ensure their trip is a short one.
Filled with fisticuffs, firefights and explosions, Mile 22 delivers mayhem by the bucketload at the expense of character and coherence. It’s undeniably thrilling, especially when Uwais is centre stage. But it’s not a movie that demands a sequel, for all its optimistic signalling to the contrary. Neil Smith
A relentless pulse-racer in which the only things that move faster than the bullets are Wahlberg’s flapping gums.
It seemed a bit over the top for the coffee run…