Most everything about Unknown is pretty well-known, actually. Although there are a few specifics that the film keeps up its sleeve, Unknown is pretty transparent overall, even by the standards of second-rate thrillers. Liam Neeson is destroying Europe again, but this time, he’s not out for blood like he was in Taken. He only wants answers—and then maybe a little blood if there’s time. His identity and his wife are swiped when a car accident leaves him in a coma, so Neeson has to hold up Berlin by its ankles and shake it until the truth comes out. There are some effective moments, like the sublime pairing of Frank Langella and Bruno Ganz, but they’re overshadowed by the walking awfulness of January Jones and the unnecessary complexities leading to the fairly obvious conclusion.