This atrocious action movie is bad in just about every way: poorly written, poorly acted, poorly shot, preachy, unintentionally funny in spots, brutally offensive in others, and just clueless. Characters make awkward line deliveries across the board, and Vance feels more like a time-share salesman than a pop star (as evidenced by an awful, badly lip-synched "recording session"). Then there's Mya herself, who has virtually no background or introduction other than waking up in skimpy underthings, petting her cat, and doing some yoga. (Who's taking care of the cat while she's wreaking vengeance around the world?)
Mya is referred to as a "motorcycle travel blogger," but she's also someone with a "particular set of skills." She seems to be working for some shadow organization, but she also seems to be on a personal vendetta. Sometimes she's good in a fight, and other times she's terrible, taking to throwing shoes at one assailant and unable to catch up to a huffing villain on a trail in the woods. Eventually The Moderator gets to its #MeToo message, that misogyny and rape are bad. But it treats viewers as simpletons and includes extremely problematic elements, such as a woman who says, "I wouldn't mind being raped by a handsome man like that." And its blunt solution to these problems is vigilantism. It's unclear how a movie like this gets made, but it's best to avoid it.