Say this for the action comedy “The Killer’s Game.” This eye-popping, gory cartoon of a movie should give stuntman/stun-coordinator turned-director J.J. Perry a helluva sizzle reel.

The production values on this Dave Bautista star vehicle pop, with cities all over Europe providing (second unit) settings, all of them matching Budapest in Matt Gant’s polished production design.

Cinematographer Flavio Martínez Labiano’s camera swirls through 360 degree pans, through interior drone shots of a Budapest opera house and into a modern dance piece, an assassin’s lair and epic brawls played for bloody laughs.

Balázs Lengyel and Felix Betancort should be in-demand fight coordinators after this film.

I’d plug the editor, too, but I didn’t catch a name on the screen and IMDb left it out of its credits. Well done, Mr. or Ms. slo-mo, split screens and whatnot.

But man, that story, this plot, that “twist” that isn’t.

The entire film is given away in the trailers, but for those who missed them, a brief summary.

Tattoo’d man-mountain Bautista plays Joe Flood, the best professional assassin in Europe, even though the tats don’t make him the most debonair Double-O wannabe in a tux.

His dizzy spells have a doctor telling him he’s got a rare disease and has months to live.

That puts a hold on the budding romance with a dancer (Sofia Boutella of “The Mummy”), whom he gallantly rescued after murdering his way to a human trafficker attending her opening night.

That challenges Joe’s contract-go-between, nickamed “The Rabbi” (Ben Kingsley) because, I guess, he’s Jewish.

“Leave judgment to God. Our job is simply arranging the meeting.” With God. By killing people. Get it?

Joe’s prognosis means he wants to die before the worst symptoms of the disease manifest themselves. Rather than killing himself, he breaks up with French dancer Maize and puts out a contract on himself

“I’ve lived by the sword. I want to go out the same way” is the most compact way of forshadowing that in addition to the punch-outs, neck-snaps, shoot-outs and grenadings he faces, Joe will find himself in a swordfight at some point.

Then, just as the hunt and the assorted colorful hunters (Terry Crews) and teams of hunters close in, the doc calls back and says “My bad” (not exactly) and that there’s “been a mistake.”

Uh oh. How many times have we seen that plot twist before?

The movie never overcomes that trot into “trite.” But the script tries to compensate by throwing a Korean gang, Hungarian and then Scottish brothers, a pair of stripper-assassins named “Ginni” and “Tonya” (Gin n’ Tonic?) and a spurs-wearing Spanish flamenco dancer killer at our Mr. Flood.

Cartoonish, to a one. Everybody’s overdressed and over-the-top, but none of them over-the-top enough to make much of an impression and shake off the script’s “This could not be dumber” feeling.

Bautista’s “Guardians of the Galaxy” castmate Pom Klementieff could have made her killer, daughter of a killer now a contractor herself, somebody special. But the writing gives her little to play with. Crews is saddled with a comical sidekick who isn’t that funny, nor are Crews’ reactions to the dope.

Scott Adkins plays the leader of a mercenary team, the most colorless of the many contract killers who descend on Flood in search of that $2 million price that he’s put on his own head.

At least Boutella got a chic haircut and a chance to dance and even sing (“Happy Birthday”) in this outing. Everybody else got a nice paid vacation in Budapest and environs.

And a select few of the production crew showed off their skills, making a bad movie perfectly tolerable every time a dance or chase or fight begins.

Rating: R, violence, profanity, sexual situations

Cast: Dave Bautista, Sofia Boutella, Terry Crews, Pom Klementieff, Scott Adkins and Ben Kingsley.

Credits: Directed by J.J. Perry, scripted by James Coyne and Simon Kinberg, based on a novel by Jay Bonansinga. A Lionsgate release.

Running time: 1:44