A script that’s so bad it’s laughable

and much less memorable.

Mckinnon’s fans will have to wait longer for a feature that deserves her lightning-bolt comic charisma. This one leaves her, and the more restrained Kunis, as stranded as a covert operative whose cover is blown.

Fogel, whose Gillian Jacobs/ Leighton Meester comedy Life Partners found some admirers on the fest circuit, teams with TV vet David Iserson on a script that sometimes feels like an exquisite corpse – a game in which a dozen scribes wrote individual scenes, knowing only what came immediately before and after in the plot.

How else would our heroes be targeted by an elite Russian assassin in one scene and later be tortured by the same woman,