When “Russ” (Matt Smith) asks his bartending, hard-living, pal “Hank” (Austin Butler) to mind his cat whilst he returns to London to look after his sickening dad, he’s narked but agrees. Little does he realise that “Russ” has been involved with some ne’er-do-wells in the city and so fairly swiftly “Hank” is having to develop an whole new pain threshold as first the Russians, then the Hebrews lay into him. The cops are soon involved and his paramedic girlfriend “Yvonne” (Zoë Kravitz) has to find new ways of stitching a wound - and all for what? “Hank” hasn’t a clue who they are, what they want, or where what they want might actually be? It’s only when the spikey-haired British geezer makes a reappearance that things might start to make some sense - but I wouldn’t bet on it! Now despite the fact that Butler is almost always being beaten up - often clad only in his Calvins - he manages to exude loads of charisma into this daft crime caper. Certainly, it plays fast and loose with medical science and serendipity does intervene once or twice more often than you could realistically expect, but it’s a solid action-adventure feature that is bloody, violent but still darkly entertaining. The scene-stealing Hasidic Hebrews (Liev Schreiber and Vincent D’Onofrio) won’t drive on the sabbath, but gun-toting? Well that appears to be allowed? There’s a manic enforcer who has traits reminiscent of an angry chimpanzee and there’s duplicity at every turn before a denouement that is fairly predictable, but nonetheless enjoyable to savour as the calamities accumulate and the initially gullible “Hank” discovers he and “John Wick” must be distant relatives. There’s a cat, and a bandage - but an American Humane Society disclaimer at the end, so clearly it can act too. It is a bit derivative but it doesn’t hang around and it shows us clearly than Butler isn’t just a pretty face.