My dad – rest his soul – loved “action” movies like “211” (2018). I put “action” in quotations because the “action” consists of supposedly trained people aimlessly firing weapons and blowing shit up for 75 percent of a movie that has no plot and is simply a mishmash of cliche movie characters (old cop, new cop, troubled youth, concerned mom, paramilitary bad guys, etc.) thrown together to speak lines that seem to come from a random dialogue generator. Dad loved movies like this because he didn’t feel guilty about falling asleep during them. Sorry, Nicolas Cage. You’re a couple years too late.