In the near, dystopian future, an LA police detective (Chris Pratt) stands accused of murdering his wife and is appearing before a newfangled AI judge (Rebecca Fergusen) who also serves as prosecutor, jury and, if Chris can’t prove his innocence in 90 minutes (what’s the rush?), executioner.  What could go wrong?

Pratt once excelled at parts that were sort of goofy, like in Parks and Recreation and the Guardians of the Galaxy flicks. His attempts to transition to more studly, leading-man roles have not been so memorable.

Here, he spends most of his time strapped into his seat (moviegoers will relate), while accessing various cams (body, security, dash, drone) in an attempt to piece together for the judge what really happened. This supposedly cutting-edge film/editing technique results mainly in motion sickness. I can’t comment on Fergusen’s acting here because, well, aside from looking incredibly bored throughout, she doesn’t really do any.

This is a truly awful, thrill-free film that gets more contrived and absurd with every scene. And not in an especially fun way. The director is Kazakhstan’s Timur Bekmampetov, who usually spends his time and meager talent on cheapie vampire movies. Plus, it’s so noisy it kept waking me up. It’s not the worst film of 2026. It’s only January, but it’ll be a hard one to beat. Maybe it’s just getting a head start on the Razzies. (100 min)