Mike lives in a small town and his live is been put on the edge unknown to him that he is a trained agent, he tries to survive the claws of the agency.
A loud, ugly, slapdash combination of action movie, pot comedy, criminal romance, and conspiracy thriller - and about as lumpy and ungainly as you'd imagine such a stew would be.
Nourizadeh, working with a script by Max Landis, plays Mike's bloody violence like visual guitar riffs, and approaches the martial-arts set pieces with heavily underlined wit.
Re-title it 'The Bong Identity;' an over the top, silly grind-house-level violent spy-spoof, played very earnestly by Eisenberg and Stewart to surprisingly good comic effect.
The action-movie absurdity is still in place, but so is Landis' muddy-bloody touch: by the end, Eisenberg's face is a purple, swollen wreck, and rightly so.
The movie has the sleepy vibe of some of those scuzzy '90s crime thrillers. It aspires to Natural Born Killers, but has barely enough competence to get close to something like Feeling Minnesota.