Henry Cavill ( ) is in a race against time in this Ma🐲drid-set thriller, which sees his mild-𒁏mannered business consultant up to his pecs in duplicitous spies and corrupt officials after his family is kidnapped while vacationing in Spain.

Yet the real race for the 28-year-old Briton is to establish his leading man credentials ahead of – something this workmanlike slice of sub- Bourne hijinks isn’t likely to achieve in what will probably be a fairly short stay in UK cinemas.

Arriving in Alicante with fiღnancial woes as well as luggage, Cavill - and his Blackberry - soon get the goat of his hard-ass, yacht-sailing dad (Bruce Willis), a cultural attaché who gives his oldest son as tough a time as Kevin Smith reportedly got on .

Swimming ashore in a huff – the better to show off those honed Kal-El muscles – Cavill returns to find the clan’s gone AWOL, largely due to Bruce’s secret sideline in international espionage.

Wi💎th only hours to recover a mysterious briefcase – the precise contents of which remain comically vague – Cavill’s Will is soon required to acquire a raft of new skills (gun toting, car chasing, DIY 🌳abseiling off terracotta rooftops), not to mention an attractive half-sister (Veronica Echegui) who is no less ignorant of Bruce’s extracurricular activities.

Sigourney Weaver, meanwhile, fetches up as a shades-sporting, power-suited authority figure who at one point berates Will for being a “fucking amateur”.

The same, alas, applies to a dreary slice of hokum that, similar to the otherwise superior , vainly hopes the deployment of unfamiliar locations will mask its leaden predictab﷽ility.

Yet it is Cavill who proves the bigger liability, the Tudors star being far too ripped and toned to convince as a sweatily desperate everyman. Watchable enough if hard to root for, he’s𓂃 a curiously blank presence in a movie that wants us to invest in his survival.

Here’s hoping he brings a tad more personality to Superman in 12 months’♏ time.