It sets itself out to be a film in the 'Bourne' mould, but falls almost at once over a lack of realism as the lead character goes through a succession of Russian stereotypes from hyper-rich models to vodka binges. That much may even be life-like, but sticking him in a Treblinka hellhole can't be, no matter what you believe of their state. No wonder that it had to come with a disclaimer at the start disavowing any of the characters and events being real for fear of being prosecuted or killed - unless that's purely a promotional tool. Although some years down the line from the film, that can't be so far off either.
Regardless, it proceeds on a Liam Neeson actioner model staggering under the combined handicaps of having Poles, Germans and Croatians speak English or Russian and Moritz Bleibtreu as the German journalist out of his depth in an evil Moscow, constantly open-mouthed and bemused. And then ends with no real resolution.
5/10
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