

It doesn't help that the Fast and the Furious star seems to be on half speed for extended periods of the film. Much of the time, Diesel is just wading through faceless henchmen who don't pose any threat, in fights that could be lifted from any of the muscleman's other films.

Sadly, there isn't enough of that uniqueness, especially in filler fight scenes that are sludgy and one-note. Moments like this, when the film displays flashes of novel and cool stuff, show off what makes Bloodshot unique. Flat-out weird action-fantasy affair about an 800-year-old slayer of evil crones plying his trade in New York City.

THE LAST WITCH HUNTER Netflix, Amazon or rent. The deliciously icky concept is ripe for striking visual flourishes, like when Diesel has half his face blasted off only for the billowing gore to reform and reattach itself. Big of frame, bald of head and bereft of genuine acting talent, Vin Diesel has nonetheless carved out quite a lucrative and popular career. Garrison is transformed by an infusion of nanotechnology to become a kind of steroidal Robocop, his quest for revenge powered by billions of tiny machines pootling around in his bloodstream. Diesel plays special forces tough nut Ray Garrison, who returns from a mission shooting generic foreigners to find his blissful reunion with his wife interrupted by a vicious killer.
