Uninvolving from start to finish, the would-be thriller Anonymous traffics in a certain bland slickness, placing it squarely in the international crime subset of generic action features.

Everything feels requisite, from the mother weeping over her lost job and unpaid bills to the tiny slip that eventually proves deadly. But requisite is a long way from real.

"Anonymous" likely intends to be thought-provoking, but it only invited questions about the illogical choices of both the characters and the filmmakers.

Anonymous mocks the idealism of anarchy by way of a ridiculously romantic depiction of online crime; it feels like a rom-com version of the far more weighted series Mr. Robot.