Fast X.
Dross.
"Cool set-piece" idea overload. By halfway through, it's hit that point and then bludgeons the viewer over the head until you just want to make them stop. Many aren't cool either, they're dumb.
Momoa appears to spectacularly miscast in a wannabe giggling Raoul Silva (Bardem in Skyfall) nemesis mould, but... well, he just appears with a preposterous set-up whenever needed. As ever, the women are windowdressing which is odd given that several are big names.
There are some nice bits. I can think of about two. The start though is just weird - an almost direct rip-off (er, sorry, homage) to another slightly stretched franchise.
Worse, it's waiting for another attempt next year to end it all.