Age of Kill

Disgraced MI6 sharpshooter Martin Kemp is not having a good day. He’s just been called up by a gravel-voiced miscreant named Jericho, who has kidnapped his daughter and now insists he carry out six killings in six hours – or the girl gets it. With targets all over the city on the day the far-right Patriot Alliance are due to mount an anti-Islamic march on Westminster, it’s a tantalising set-up, but sadly the film’s ambition far exceeds its reach.

‘Age of Kill’ bustles through poorly-staged action beats, cloth-eared mockney dialogue, bargain-basement CGI and variable performances before the final reel singularly fails to deliver on its promises. A gaunt, silver-haired Kemp looks the part but proves lightweight in the field, while a flailing Anouska Mond plays the least convincing Scotland Yard inspector in celluloid history.

Only Nick Moran as a sleek, rabble-rousing demagogue hints at a better movie than this ineffectual muddle of would-be ticking-clock suspense and blustery, ill-focused comment on British community relations