The Courier review: Olga Kurylenko can’t save leaden, nonsensical action film

The Courier review: Olga Kurylenko can’t save leaden, nonsensical action film

There are two types of Gary Oldman performance. You can hire Oldman the thespian, who’ll electrify any role he’s handed – whether it’s Sid Vicious, Count Dracula or Sirius Black. Or you can hire Oldman the celebrity name, who’ll appear in about 15 minutes of your film and spend most of it yelling (see: last year’s Hunter Killer). The latter makes an appearance in The Courier, a leaden action film that lacks both imagination and logic.

The Oscar winner plays Ezekiel Mannings, an international crime lord kitted out like a Bond villain (he’s got an eyepatch, facial scars and a silk dressing gown). He’s been caught and placed under house arrest in New York, though he’s inexplicably still allowed to make phone calls and order his minions around. In fact, that’s all the role requires of Oldman – to sit around and occasionally bark into a handset. Top of Mannings’ priority list is the elimination of Nick Murch (Amit Shah), the sole living witness to his crimes and the reason he’s currently being tried in court.

Nick is being driven to a secret location in London so that he can testify via video link. But a duplicitous Interpol agent (Alicia Agneson), on Mannings’ orders, has smuggled a cyanide bomb into the meeting room. It’s brought in by a motorcycle courier (Olga Kurylenko), a clueless patsy set up to take the fall. What the bad guys don’t know is that this mysterious woman is a former black-ops soldier and a highly trained killing machine. She rushes in to save Nick, only for the pair to get trapped in the building’s parking garage after a second corrupt agent (William Moseley’s Agent Bryant) puts the place on lockdown.

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