The bullet doesn't kill Sonny (Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson, "Righteous Kill") because the cross around his neck deflects it (symbolism!), leaving him alive, well and ready to exact revenge. His hunt involves him with a mob boss (Bruce Willis, but why?!?), the mob muscle (Randy Couture, "The Expendables") and Vince's inside man, er, woman (Jenna Dewan-Tatum, "Step Up").
It's predictable, tiresome and lazily written by director Mike Gunther, a stunt coordinator. Everything is "fuck you" and "fuckin'" this and "fuckin'" that to a point of ridiculousness, topped only by the poor taste in the liberal, perfectly needless use of the N-word — and I don't mean the supposedly acceptable "nigga" — from more than one character.
"Set Up" looks slick, but that's all it has going for it. Jackson can't carry the film, and Phillippe is too much of a preening whiner to be believable as a stone-cold tough guy. If this were real life, 50 Cent could take one shot at the guy, and we'd have a decent short. As is, Phillippe is only good for hopping naked with a stalk of celery shoved in his hindquarters. —Rod Lott