Whether you're pounding through a Hong Kong Marketplace or racing down rows of terra cotta soldiers in the Chicago History Museum, damn near every last inch of scenery is just waiting to be laid to waste. The truth of the matter is that the environment isn't just a character in Stranglehold: it's the true star of the show. Once the lead starts flying, though, the proceedings are so drenched with cinematic flair that you'll cease to care.
The result is initially jarring in its sterility, making you feel more like an actor on a sound stage than a super-cop on a mission. Every last area is completely devoid of civilian presence, so there are no innocent bystanders to protect or moral ambiguities to weigh. As ham-fisted as the facial contortions of these digital actors might be, there's no denying the pleasure of glossy style unhindered by complicated substance.
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