The assistant of the American Ambassador in Paris James Reece is an aspirant spy working in minor jobs for the CIA. James lives with his fiancée Caroline and expects to be promoted to the special operations. When James is assigned to drive the unconventional but efficient agent Charlie Wax in Paris, James learns that a terrorist cell is preparing to attack the American delegation and he is close to the key element that will explode the group of representatives of his government. James Reece is an ambitious aide to the U.S. Ambassador in Paris, doing little jobs for the CIA and hoping to get into black ops. On the night he and his girlfriend, Caroline, become engaged, he's told to pick up Charlie Wax at Orly. Charlie is an unorthodox government employee - large, bald and bearded, foul-mouthed and eccentric. Charlie immediately takes James on a wild ride of murder and mayhem, through ethnic enclaves. As bodies pile up, the purpose remains opaque to James. Caroline, unhappy that James has been out of touch for a day, tells him to bring Charlie for dinner. Charlie can be charming - where will it lead? Does the chess-playing James have what it takes? It is hard to believe that there was a time when John Travolta was likable. (For the record that time started when they pulled the guns from the trunk in Pulp Fiction - and ended when they shot the guys to get the case in Pulp Fiction.) Here Travolta is the supposed comic relief to the Johnathan Rhys-Meyers straight (and disbelieving) man, though I see nothing comical or likable here.<br/><br/>JR-M is Rhys, an ultra-efficient political bigwig's right hand man. He takes care of everything from scheduling events to small time espionage.<br/><br/>After a hard day's spying Rhys heads home to see the missus. It is clear that they are "in lurrrve", even more so when she pops him the Question, then the phone rings before he gets to physically "seal the deal". (That MUST have been frustrating, there are only so many 100% sure things in life, if you can't get a guarantee the night of engagement when are you really guaranteed?) The Boss has decided the time is right to give Rhys a bigger job, although initially that seems to be limited to picking up a guy at an airport.<br/><br/>That guy of course is Mr Revolting, a rough, tough, jive talking and apparently crazy scrap of bald headed irreverence named Wax. All that is supposed to be hilarious but there is zero evidence of that for the next hour.<br/><br/>From there Wax dictates terms and has Rhys ferry him all over the shop for what seem to be pointless and disorganised trips and meeting. BUT DAMMIT WAX GETS RESULTS! The first outing takes Wax to a Chinese Restaurant where within 3 minutes Wax has killed maybe 15 bad guys without taking a scratch himself and also uncovered a major drug syndicate's stash.<br/><br/>Initially it seems they are busting up a cocaine ring, then covering up for the problems of a prominent politician, then preventing an assassination, then oh I could have cared less by then - the best thing about this was that it was mercifully short, not having a single meaningful thing to say will do that.<br/><br/>All deaths are meaningless and served with a side order of crappy macho dialogue which I guess was supposed to be snappy and clever. The total ignorance of all things logical would be laughable, expect there were no laughs to be had in this crevasse that swallows happy thoughts.<br/><br/>There is a Pulp Fiction callback that only served to remind you that this right here is no Pulp Fiction. I'm pretty sure you have to be a Travolta devotee to enjoy this, but really are there any of those left? And if there are surely they are middle aged women who aren't exactly lining up to see him shoot people of many colours? As for Rhys-Meyers, he seems to lack any discernible personality, though I prefer bland to Travolting.<br/><br/>Consider this review "From OGR with Warning".<br/><br/>Final Rating – 4.5 / 10. This film was meant to be tongue in cheek, but by the end it is index finger tickling tonsils nauseating. I would not be surprised to see that Travolta financed the film himself so he gets to see himself on the big screen one last time (fingers crossed). Look, I wasn't expecting much here. I wasn't expecting to think, to feel, to experience something "cinematic" that would warrant a review. I just wanted to be entertained. 6.5 rating, aging Travolta, Besson's name attached…how bad could it be?<br/><br/>And it's watchable…for a while. Travolta cusses, fusses, and murders his way through a loosely plotted first half. (The other guy is functionally useless except as a rare barometer of sanity when he whines about all their rampaging and carnage.) The action scenes are so goofy they could almost be parody. <br/><br/>With some fun plot twists and maybe a bit of courage (not to be a xenophobic, sexist sewage-clogger), this could have gone somewhere satisfying. But the last act completely ruins it, turning it into the kind of film thugs would watch to get pumped up before going out and committing hate crimes.<br/><br/>In actuality, your average American action film viewer in the era of Trump will find this enjoyable. Hence the 6.5 rating. That's the saddest part of all. A ''fun trash'' movie that's more trash than fun.
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