Wirkola's film is set apart by its almost heroic lack of self-awareness: Not only does it not realize how dumb it is, there's a real sense that it thinks it's smart. In fact it's a whirlygig of inanely convoluted plotting, deeply dubious philosophy
there's no emotional investment and the movie starts trudging down a depressingly predictable path that fluctuates between faceless government baddies fighting the sisters or the sisters on the run to uncover a conspiracy
the plot is a plot that's frightened of its own existence, a single quivering atom of an idea, stretched, bullied and contorted into a two-hour science fiction thriller
