Statham and Sly continue to squabble lazily, Schwarzenegger, demobilized from the governor's post, repeats "I'm back" like a clockwork, Chuck Norris wearily portrays an Internet meme of his name, and Bruce Willis, it seems, was called, if only he would not be offended. The villain van Damme (black glasses, leather jacket, fatal kick) wears a goat tattoo on his neck, and, of course, wants to blow up the world with a bomb assembled in an Albanian province. As expected, the dotted plot is, of course, only of last interest and exists only for a shaky connection between periodic firing and throwing knives (there is, in particular, a terribly blasphemous scene where a character named Christmas thrashes terrorists with a censer).
Like two years ago, the very idea of a kind of video parlor analogue of the Justice League, made up of famous heroes of secondary action films, looks rather unconvincing: the legendary big men still awkwardly laugh, measure their egos and boringly demolish the infrastructure that was built for this. By the third part, they intend to pull up almost Clint Eastwood, and this, really, is not even funny.