Sylvester Stallone and his creaking company of faded action stars assemble once more to play guns for hire. Plot exposition is delivered by Stallone over random detonations. My kingdom for an ear trumpet? Eventually, we learn there is a former colleague, turned rogue and causing mayhem. Brrr. Among the aged new recruits, Harrison Ford scowls as if colicky, Antonio Banderas weeps inside, and Wesley Snipes allows the scriptwriters to joke about his time in jail for tax evasion. No such nods to real-life for villain Mel Gibson, whose manic glint gives the film its only zip. Imagine the chit-chat between takes.