AKA: Let's Go to Wh*re School Lawrence must have a terrible agent to have gotten bamboozled into this film. It isn't that the acting is horrible, it's the whole premise that makes the movie come across as exploitive and distasteful, not to mention silly at times when it wants to be profound.
As her personal fortunes fall, she is given an "opportunity" by her uncle, no less, to go on a secret mission. When the mission goes sideways, good ole uncle offers her a chance not to have a bullet put into her head by allowing her to train as a Sparrow; or rather go to wh*re school, as Lawrence's character refers to it. The inclusion of that line evaporates all possible gravitas the film was trying to have (and made me laugh out loud for a couple days after I saw this thing).
The typical espionage tropes are here, only they all seem to have nymphomania and antisocial personality disorder. Overall, the plot follows a somewhat logical progression, with the mandatory intrigue mixed in. Sadly, the over-sexed, violent, and exploitive plot detracts far to much from the film to allow it to be really landmark cinema. Shocking cinema, yes. Good cinema, no.
The motto of this film should have been, "What happens at wh*re school, stays at wh*re school." Unfortunately for us all, this film seems less discreet than Las Vegas, which alongside this lackluster effort, is the more self-respecting one of the two.