“Jack Reacher” is the kind of film that shows up, checks most of the necessary boxes, and leaves without a trace. It’s competent but undistinguished work – workmanlike but entirely uninvolving. Surprisingly, its wit – not its action – is its best quality, but its razor sharp dialogue is so overcooked that it ultimately becomes a liability. Once the audience realizes that the effort put into the story doesn’t match that of its verbal aerobics, the picture is over.
To quote Jerry Seinfeld, “Jack Reacher” is a chess board, the board made of flowing water and the pieces made of smoke. It’s a disappearing act, a parlor trick, but there might a trace of genius behind it. It’s so forgettable that its rewatchability factor could be off the charts.