It is a film where the most delicately handled is 47’s suit, that he hangs up carefully at the end of every blood-splattered day.

By the end, you feel almost as vacant and blank as 47. There’s the hint of a sequel, so don’t walk out as the end credits roll. Wait for the one that comes mid-credit. And wonder why. This is a good enough example of what could have been, but wasn’t.

Although Agent 47 is a ‘programmed’ human we don’t really get to see what motivates him to do what he is doing and neither is there any focus on the larger issue. While the film may not be boring, it doesn’t really rise above the ordinary either.

The film looks great but at the same time is disorienting. And the fault lies with the convoluted screenplay by Skip Woods and Michael Finch. It gets confusing to keep a track of who is working for whom and what they hope to gain. Also, the climax goes against the logic of the characters we were first fed. The film may appeal only to the “Hitman” video games fans.

The entire run is typically sci-fi generic. Nothing remotely original or exciting transpires on screen here. There’s plenty of confusion in the plotting and the structural faults in the narrative doesn’t allow for any attachment. There’s no feeling attached to the brutalizing, maiming and killing of the opponents and this makes the enjoyment largely suspect.