Crappy Seven knock-off.
Exhibit A: the scene outside the prison, with murdering mastermind on his knees between two cops (one black, one white), one of whom (the white one) points his gun at the villain’s head (the camera angle is careful to include sky and telegraph wires behind his head), before both listen to him calmly proclaim his impending finale “Biblical”. All this with absolutely none of the epicness, moral affrontery, originality, sympathy, nor any actual sustained feeling of dread or impending doom that made Seven… not this.