The Noel Clarke oeuvre continues to expand in ambition, without demonstrating much by way of basic competency. Armed with US guest stars and CGI, this one blunders down the Memento-Looper-Quantum Leap route, as Clarke awakens in multiple realities and tries to figure out what connects a nefarious biotech firm to the Russian mob. Our hero's clueless expression comes naturally; elsewhere, narrative clarity matters less to Clarke than squeezing more naked women and product placement into shot, and even the slo-mo punch-ups look like a fudge designed to usher us past fundamentally unconvincing staging. He'll doubtless keep trying.