The problem with this movie is....

The problem is John Overman. In all of his incarnations, he remains a petty, materialistic *beep* with no empathy whatsoever for his fellow man. There’s nothing wrong with that really, except that we’re constantly reminded of it, not through John’s actions or speech, but simply by the narrative. There’s far too much space used up telling us how bad he is, space that would be better used either showing us how bad he is or for explaining how he got to be so bad. Not only is the constantly carping on Overman’s faults repetitive, and boring, it’s also unfair. Making fun of people with power and control is what great satire is made of, but Overman, in spite of whatever his delusions happen to be at any given moment, is never even vaguely in control of himself. The attacks on his person don’t come across as just payback. They’re cheap shots, and “Passenger 57” would be a much better movie if less time was spent on them.