dharmicangel

Seemingly inspired by Paul Greengrass' schizophrenic cinematography in The Bourne Supremacy, this movie tries, and fails, to make a mountain out of a molehill. Shaking a camera, indiscriminately stopping for a few frames, then speeding up or slowing down doth not an exciting film make. Worse still, Nikki Deloach shouldn't be trusted to carry a bag of groceries, let alone an entire movie. Istanbul is a beautiful location but it seemed grossly underutilized in this movie. And the music director needs to get back on his medication.

I fail to see why this even carries the name of it's predecessor. It has no correlation to Angela Bennett. Nor to the Pretorians. Nor to any element in the first film whatsoever. Avoid this movie at all costs.