Big Game (Jalmari Helander, 2014)

The U.S. President's plane is shot down over the wilds of Finland (actually Bavaria) by a regulation vaguely Arabic psycho in a paper-thin conspiracy plot, but as the President survives the crash, he's befriended by a boy out on his own undergoing a rite-of-passage hunting trip. The hunt for them by the crooks is then under way.
This is preposterous stuff, with clunky characterisation and dialogue, but carried out with such conviction and vigour that it actually works, the action set pieces in particular, which by the end make no attempt at credulity and just try to jump an even higher stack of sharks. Presumably that's why the likes of Jim Broadbent and Felicity Huffman signed up, back in Washington, while Samuel L. Jackson must have enjoyed playing against his regular typecasting as a badass by having his handed to him on a platter at every attempt to act tough. It's good, harmless fun, against any reasonable expectations.

5/10