Two guys somewhat amusingly hanging out in Europe for a while, and then the last 50 minutes is a streak of incredible action sequences paid for by Stella Artois, Porsche, Audi, Ciroc, and I’m probably forgetting a few.
I’m glad that Big Nick finally broke the bar because that was a very physically demanding sequence, and across two movies I’ve only seen him consume a donut, hibachi, steak, shawarma, and various alcohols. He never exercises. And we know that exercise…