The film was saved only by Beckinsale, despite her forty-eight years old, retaining her figure and still capable of jumping, tumbling and jumping briskly, as well as continuous action on the screen - a kind of mixture of Hulk and Adrenaline of 2006. The plot is completely absent - the 'type of story' that unfolds in the frame was sucked out of the finger by a student-failing student at recess in the interval between eating hamburgers; a bunch of blunders and the lack of logic spoil the impression.
There is little good-quality humor - mostly black, built on the work of the operator and the effect of surprise, for example, when someone is beautifully pressed with their face on the table, or fired from a cannon into the head of one adversary, while breaking the nose of another with a high-heeled boot.
Nevertheless, it was nice to see again the good old face of Lord Frey and comrade Eric from 'Divergent', and the film itself pours in one gulp like a can of cold beer on a hot day. There is a suspicion that Marvel will push for copyright ransom, and we will get another super-lady in the Marvel Kunstkam of freaks.
Beautiful, spectacular, fast, exciting, but superficial, sometimes stupid and one-off. But, nevertheless, the patient is rather alive than dead.