If you’re going to tell a story that pits wealthy people against the poorest of the poor, maybe don’t make the rich folks the heroes. Or at least don’t cast Jonathan Rhys Meyers as the hero, leaving him to struggle against his American accent and his past performances as literal or figurative monsters in positions of power. Any chance that this might have recovered from its own premise is crushed when the plot pushes itself into that most terrible of thriller conundrums: is the villain exactly who we’ve suspected from the start, or is it someone completely out of left field? As there’s no good answer to that question, I won’t spoil things by ruining the reveal. But it really wasn’t worth it. See if desperate
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