Even though Ranulph Fiennes’ 1991 supposedly fact-based book “The Feather Men” outraged the British government when it came out, it’s unlikely Gary McKendry’s adaptation Killer Elite (no relation to the Sam Peckinpah film) will do the same. No one’s going to see this as anything more than another Jason Statham actioner where a character’s testicles are placed in the unfortunate position of being at the receiving end of his piston-like punches. Not too many surprises here - its retro-threaded-assassins-on-a-mission premise recalls Munich - but the film ticks over with clean, workmanlike efficiency and there’s something enjoyably old-fashioned about its perfunctory nature. Expect much macho posturing from the cast, the highlight being a rather bruising mano-a-mano moment between Owen and Statham.