Siberia.
The blurb claimed it was some John-Wickish action feature featuring our man himself, Lord Keanu of Reeves.
It wasn't. Oh it so really wasn't.
It could be branded a 'sexy' 'thriller' though it succeeded in neither. If you want to see Keanu banging a random Russian woman with all the passion of a bored man hammering nails into wood, you're in the right place. Why, who the fuck knows, he doesn't seem to know either. I'm not normally the sort of person to say 'too much sex' but good god, put it away.
As to the thriller part, you won't care. Something to do with diamonds and the ubiquitous Borises of the Russian mob. Nothing bothered to make much, if any sense. I have no idea why he was in Russia, who he was, or for that matter, why he was keeping Molly Ringwald at home.
Avoid like you would a STI – at least with that you might have excuseably enjoyed the prelude to the wait at the clinic. This movie is just clinic.