For some reason the death-dealing assassin agrees to lend a hand...? Zachary Quinto takes a break from intergalactic space exploration to come shoot some guns and delivers the clunky, expository dialogue as best he can and there's a mildly entertaining sequence involving a car that gets anchored to a street corner by grappling hooks but its not enough to save a film that's all but DOA. To say it's better than Xavier Gens previous, unrelated film, is damning it with faint praise.
Agent 47 is a mess of loud guns, improbable explosions and murky motivations that makes about as much sense as a thing that doesn't make sense on 'No Sense Day'. It may satisfy on a drunk Friday night but little else.