From Paris With Love

Spoilers (not really since there is nothing to spoil)

From Paris With Love is the David Brent of Action films. It tries hard to be young, hip and cool but ends up being sad, awkward and sad. The first thing you notice as you watch the film (apart from John Travolta's bald head, earring and scarf) is the dialogue, it is bad...so very, very bad. At times I felt I was watching a middle school production written by the drama teacher...who is also the substitute. There is a scene in this film which goes a little like this:

John Travolta: Don't you get it, its about terrorists, it was always about terrorists!!

John Rhys-Meyers: (Whispering to himself in shock) Terrorist

There are hundreds of one liners, one cheesier than the other and the rather bad performances by Travolta and Rhys-Meyers don't help. I usually like both these actors but sadly not in this film, Travolta just seemed like he was trying to hard to fit in with the young crowd. A great, great scene features Travolta humiliating a french airport official in the sense of 'I am American and I play by my rules and you are french...and your a fag.' Rhys-Meyers spends most of the film starring aimlessly at nothing...sometimes in shock, sometimes in sadness.

The story is a big jumble of story ideas, one minute Rhys-Meyers is holding a chinese vase filled with cocaine while Travolta is killing chinese gang members the next Travolta shoots Rhys-Meyers' wife's friend in the head because ITS ABOUT TERRORISTS NOW and how convenient that Rhys-Meyers' wife is also a member of a terrorist cell (why?) which apparently has no real motive for trying to blow up a FUCKING PIECE SUMMIT.

I was left dumbfounded by the stupidity of this film maybe I didn't get it, maybe this is an extremely intelligent satire on modern society...maybe.