Brash, brutal, and simplistic in equal measure, it’s a retrograde work that, for better and worse, delivers its old-school mayhem with punishing precision and unrepentant glee.

It’s all so overly macho that it plays like a camp pleasure-cruise.

While not nearly as elaborate, nor as visually sophisticated as the last Mission: Impossible outing or the most recent Bonds, London Has Fallen is actually more plausible at its core, if not in its details, which is partly why it succeeds in laying claim to an audience's attention for the entirety of its swift running time.

Like its predecessor, the film is content to dumbly relish in the inanity of Mike's rampage.

The new sequel, London Has Fallen, implausibly ups its predecessor’s stakes to "Die Hard in the City of London." Unfortunately, widening the scope this dramatically causes the entire fragile action-movie axis to spin wildly out of control.