Reviewed by Colin Jacobson (April 5, 2026)
After an early career in Russia, Timur Bekmambetov came to Hollywood with a bang via the 2008 hit Wanted. Despite that success, the filmmaker continued to mainly work in Russia, with 2026’s Mercy his first US effort since 2016’s Ben-Hur.
In Los Angeles circa the near future, a program called the “Mercy Capital Court” uses AI to quickly and “impartially” determine guilt related to crimes. LAPD Detective Chris Raven (Chris Pratt) supports this endeavor… until it implicates him.
Someone murders Raven’s wife Nicole (Annabelle Wallis) and “Mercy” accuses him of the act. Chris desperately attempts to prove his innocence despite the damning evidence AI Judge Maddox (Rebecca Ferguson) presents against him.
On the surface, it surprises me that Bekmambetov only two US-produced flicks between 2008 and 2026. In addition to Ben-Hur, he also directed 2012’s Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter.
Neither of those did big business, though they fared better than Mercy. Even with a low-for-2026 budget of $60 million, it lost a decent chunk of money.
Of course, financial woes don’t mean creative failure, so I went into Mercy with the hopes it’d offer a creative thriller. Alas, the end product became an overwrought mess.
Much of the story sticks Chris in a chair in one location. Instead, the “action” comes from all the external video footage involved with his trial.
This makes Mercy feel a lot like a more hyperactive version of 2018’s Searching. That film conveyed a mystery almost entirely via laptop or smartphone screens.
For the most part, Mercy follows this path, albeit with a more futuristic twist. In better hands, perhaps this theme could work.
Unfortunately, Bekmambetov remains a ridiculously hyperactive director. His obsession with annoying visual techniques ruined Wanted and his refusal to let the story breathe damages Mercy as well.
Granted, some of this comes from the premise, as Chris’s trial provides a literal ticking clock. He gets a very limited time span in which to establish his innocence so that obviously conveys urgency.
However, Bekmambetov can’t leave well enough alone. Rather than allow the tension to evolve naturally, he tosses every cheap visual and auditory technique he can find at the viewer to create a contrived sense of drama.
In particular, the movie’s score turns into a persistent annoyance. It pounds and pulses non-stop in an attempt to simulate tension and thrills.
Instead, the music simply creates literal headaches. The overwhelming score feels more like an indication the filmmakers lack confidence than a necessary component of the process.
I get why Bekmambetov opted for such an oppressive score, though, as the story otherwise gets told in a stilted manner. Rather than become a compelling detective tale, Mercy usually feels like Exposition: The Movie.
It doesn’t help that Mercy bears a more than passing resemblance to 2002’s Minority Report. Though we get some differences, the similarities seem abundant and problematic.
Even if I ignore the manner in which Mercy rips off that Spielberg hit, the movie just doesn’t work. 100 minutes of frantic antics in search of excitement and tension, the movie flops.