From Paris with Love is kind of like a European Lethal Weapon, and that's being awfully generous. Only this time its John Travolta with no hair not Danny Glover. Its a film that plays out into that well worn buddy, action comedy territory. This time with a few hints of drama sprinkled on top that appropriately will just be seen as more comedy.
The film stars Jonathan Rhys Meyers as an American embassy official in France aspiring to be a first rate CIA operative. He has a great job and a beautiful girlfriend but greedily wants to be the next 007 as well. He gets the chance though when he's asked to pick up a special ops agent played by Mr. Saturday Night Fever himself, John Travolta. This is the launching point for that typical Hollywood formula we've all grown accustomed to and hopefully sick of at this point. Fearless guy, timid partner. Sex, drugs, guns, car chases, and bazooka's. If your thinking greatest movie ever already then this site probably isn't for you. In an age where our studio system has pumped put so many recycled stories past the point of salvation it truly saddens me to find a general public more willing to embrace excess than originality in the multiplex. Of course there is nothing wrong with all of those things so long as their consistent with tone within their respective genre. This story however feels like a zany trip to the circus where your not even sure yourself if the animals know just where the hell they are. Yet, curiously around the mid way point I found myself not really caring anymore and just going along for a ride that somehow managed to steer clear of being a train wreck. So hey, is there something wrong with that?
C
2010
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