Victor Radek (Clifton Collins Jr.), believed dead is murdering anti-CIA journalists in Greece and framing it on the CIA who might want them dead. Steve Vail (Aaron Eckhart) is a CIA field agent in retirement as a bricklayer in Philadelphia (The occupation is used later to zero surprise.) He is assigned to get Radek, a man he supposedly killed. First-time field assignment Agent Bannon (Nina Dobrev) is to go with Vail who has been out of the agency for a long time and he is not welcomed in Greece. Once they get in Greece, Vail calls in old favors to help him find Radek as we discover he is part of a back story.

Aaron Echhart was boring in a boring, poorly scripted role. The plot and characters lacked excitement. A film you will forget the moment the credits run.

Guide: F-word. No sex or nudity.

"The Bricklayer" crumbles under the weight of its own predictability. Clichéd plot-lines and illogical turns make this B-movie feel like a dusty relic from a bygone era. While promising a gritty thriller, the film delivers more eye-rolls than excitement.

The narrative cracks are evident from the get-go. Characters behave with questionable motives, and the action sequences lack punch. The cheap production values do little to elevate the experience, leaving viewers yearning for a trowel to smooth over the rough edges.

Despite its flaws, "The Bricklayer" isn't completely without merit. A few scattered witty lines and a fleeting moment of genuine suspense offer glimpses of what could have been. But ultimately, these are just bricks scattered amidst a crumbling wall.

If you're seeking a cinematic masterpiece, you'll find this film more like a pile of rubble. However, for fans of campy B-movies who enjoy a generous helping of cheese with their action, "The Bricklayer" might provide a mildly diverting afternoon distraction. Just don't expect it to win any awards for architectural brilliance.

Overall: A predictable and uninspired thriller that fails to build any real excitement. Skip this one unless you're craving a cinematic power nap. Rating: 4- out of 10 IMDb stars.

For all bricklaying had to do with this movie, it could have been called the dry cleaner, or the electrician, or the high school janitor, or the bathroom attendant, or the fast food worker, or.. I think my point has been made: stupid title.

In his first shootout, he's standing up with no cover when two assassins open fire, mostly missing him but he has a wound on his stomach that looks like a bullet hole which he seals with duct tape. Then he's in a desperate hand-to-hand battle with one of the assassins who can't shoot straight, yet our hero doesn't seem to be impeded in the least by the gunshot. In the next scene, he's wearing a tight shirt with no evidence of a wound. Maybe he's a fast healer.

An elevator at a construction site falls to the ground and explodes? What is on or in an elevator that would explode? That was rhetorical because, of course, an elevator wouldn't explode but the cretins who wrote this mess just thought it was time for an explosion. You can't have too many explosions in a really terrible movie. I always say that if there is more than one explosion in a film's trailer, it's probably a terrible movie. The trailer for this bomb had four, including the magical exploding elevator.

Move forward to the fight scene in the outdoor club and things take a turn for the unbelievable. Multiple attackers, but thankfully they only come at him one at a time so he can punch and hit them with bottles. The worst part of this is that there's this epic fight going on and the other people are still dancing. It was just so silly and stupid that had I watched this in a cinema, I would have been laughing uncontrollably. Instead, I was writing about it. As he's running away from the mayhem, his female cohort pulls up and screams, "Get in!" No, I was going to check the tire pressure first. Dumbest line in the movie so far, but there's a lot more of this lousy film to go.

We need to talk about the two stars, the boy and the girl, spy vs spy. Ugh, worse chemistry than mixing bleach and ammonia.

The novelist can't be blamed for this mess (deceased), and I haven't read his book, but the two screen adaptors should be on trial...for something. I realize that horrible writing isn't a crime, but it should be.