A Sexy Blog

Is there such a thing as an action movie that's so determined to hit all the familiar spy beats that it becomes more like a blender set to “purée” than a piece of entertainment? With Legacy of Lies—Scott Adkins’s latest detour on the rocky road of genre pictures—the answer is an exhausting yes. Here’s a film that promises sleek muscle and instead delivers a plate of last week’s leftovers, reheated until even the flavor of violence goes flat.

Let’s strip away the illusion: Land of Bad is the cinematic equivalent of a greasy cheeseburger at midnight—no one will claim it’s haute cuisine, but good lord, sometimes you just need it. It’s the type of picture that wears its lack of originality like dog tags, draped proudly over a flak vest of tropes. Oscars? Not unless they start giving out awards for Most Satisfying Detonation or Best Use of a Helicopter in a Crisis. But when you’re hungry for sensory overload—explosions, cussed camaraderie, men shouting “Go! Go! Go!” into static—who’s keeping score?