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There are three things you should know before you go to see the "Charlie's
1) Cameron Diaz's butt is the uncredited star. 2) The dialogue is about as deep as a kiddie pool. 3) Everything is completely implausible.
If you can't handle any of these things, don't see it, because you won't enjoy it. HOWEVER, if you are looking for a fun, mindless diversion, this is it.
The plot never really makes sense, and has vaguely to do with rings containing the location of people in the Witness Protection Program. Demi Moore also pops up as a former Angel-turned-villian. Mostly the movie is just about the Angels looking beautiful and beating up on the bad guys.
"Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle" is not a thought-provoking journey into the human pysche. It's just a fun action flick about three hot girls who can beat up a room full of armed men without ruining their hair and makeup. It never tries to be deep, and it is exactly what it seems to be: the cartoon-like adventures of the gorgeous Angels. Logical? Well, definetely not. Fun? Very much so!
Overall: Silly, yet very fun to watch.
If you've heard that since you liked the first Charlie's Angel, you'll probably like this one - think again. I enjoyed the first a lot, but this sequel took everything good about the first movie and exaggerated it ten-fold. What happened McG!?!? Even the characters were exaggeratingly stupid, repeating lines from the first movie and overdoing it. The impossible action that was subtle in the first movie, hit you over the head this time round. As did the use of bullet-time. Three strong independent smart woman were replaced with 3 slutty super genius violent women. Tall Creepy thin man became Tall sleezy thin man. All the characters really turned into parody's of themselves even though in the first movie they really weren't all that deep to begin with. I really missed Bill Murray, Bernie Mac seemed far too gimmicky. On the good side, I enjoyed the soundtrack, the cameos were entertaining, the costumes were colourful and the parody's of everything else were amusing - although very out of place. I truly hope there's no 'next time'.
The story goes really speedy and gives you no time to get bored. Probably too much visual effects but powered up angels v.s. the fallen angel cover it all. The previous one was pretty obvious that they were *wired-up* for the action scenes but this time, it's much less obvious and much more enjoyable. The simple story, girls action and fashion along with all the reminiscent tunes make it the total entertainment. Everyone would love to live like them for sure.
If you actually enjoyed the first film, maybe you'd like this one. Same stuff but bigger, more improbable stunts, and even more annoying dialog. It appears that this was merely a vehicle to allow the actors to goof around on screen for money. If the they weren't fairly attractive, this movie would have gotten a 0.
Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle, is a movie that I saw against my will
some friends who wanted to sneak into something in-between the start of
another movie we were seeing. I felt, halfway through, that I was seeing
something that gives the term "bubble-gum cinema" (if there ever was a
a term) a new marker. I don't really care if the actors and crew are
fun while making a movie (which I'm sure they did on this one, considering
it was a break from doing any real film work)- if they do, fine, it can
occasionally. But at least have the courtesy to present something,
that won't make me gag on my popcorn like George W. Bush trying to eat a
From what I could make from watching CR2, the story is thinner than a model after returning from the toilet- The three angels, played by Cameron Diaz, Drew Barrymore, and Lucy Liu, are after a device or something that goes missing, some kind of story like that (wasn't paying attention too much, sorry folks), and then they find that the mastermind is a fallen angel, Madison, played by Demi Moore. Along with the help of the new Bosley (Bernie Mac, who is going on a downhill slope via K-2 since his remarkable work in Kings of Comedy and small role in Ocean's Eleven), they'll fight back with all they're might.
The fact that I even vaguely recollect this plotline in the least gives you the idea of how meaningless this film is, except to its intended audience of giddy, clueless girls (I can only hope are still awaiting the age of reason) and horn-dog boys in the midst of puberty's genesis. I suppose that's what I mean in the one line summary as "outside the obvious"- the one reason, if any, to see this film is for the women, each one with a cuddly, lustful, and near sweet aura that at best is desiring, and at worst is a notch or two above European porno star. Moore herself works ok as a villain, that is, until she opens her mouth to speak.
I know I may sound picky here, and a film like Full Throttle isn't made for any kind of particular intellect (noticeably) above an IQ of 100 (the first one is proof of that as well), but does Hollywood have to do it like this, with scene after scene that is meant to just show off the director's penchant for directing music videos and giggling, kung-fu fighting star-cum-divas? I don't doubt it'll make plenty of money, and that everyone that worked on the film will be proud, yet if I ever see this movie again, at least for longer than five or ten minutes during the middle of the night with a bottle of hand lotion on the nightstand, I will either 1) turn off the TV and read a book, or 2) my head will explode. Grade: D- (for the obvious factor, although it's easily on my list of the worst of the year, definitely of the summer)
This film was, without a doubt, the WORST film I have ever seen. And I'm not just saying that for comedic effect. It was literally the worst. Worse than Showgirls. Worse than Dusk 'til Dawn 3. Worse than A Night at the Roxbury. Worse than Barb Wire. It wasn't even so bad it was good. It was just *terrible*. No storyline to speak of. No continuity. Zero believability or interest in the characters. Bad jokes and microscopically thin plotlines. It's not big, it's not clever and I thought the actors and actresses involved had better taste. Don't waste your money. (Wow, I sound like a bitch, huh? But I promise you - I speak the truth!!)
This movie was a great disappointment, the opening sequence was just too unbelievable. The movie just seems to jump around with regards to the plot, the movie did not flow. You never actually see them acting like detectives at all, they are just doing one stunt after another. I would definately give it a pass.
This is not a film to be taken seriously. I love it! It is just such an entertaining film. The action is enjoyable and well done, although it is unrealistic, but that is why I loved it. The acting is good, the writing is of course so intentionally cheesy and corny, but I loved the plot! The women are HOT HOT HOT, and that is something that matters. I do not get why this film gets too much hate. Honestly, it is just done as a popcorn action film, and it works!!! It really is mindless, and that is why it is easier to enjoy than maybe other action films like Spider-Man (although another similar action-packed film Wanted is just better in every way and not mindless actually). Still, this film works for me, and I think it is better than the original.
It's quite true. There are times in our lives when we think awful things or
worse, do them, and the cosmos punishes us by sending a foul, unwholesome
beast of unspeakable horror to torment us for the rest of our days. Call it
a living, waking hell. Now, it starts out small. Your socks go missing.
Maybe a pair of underwear. You misplace your keys. You stub your toe. You
eat bad tuna and get violent diarrhea. You 'accidentally' set your hair on
fire. But in truth, it's our own, personal, evil little demon causing these
Now, somewhere in my past (maybe a past life, who knows) I did something horrifying. What was it? I can't say. I don't recall any atrocities but surely there was one, for the universe threw so much energy into my tormentor demon that it grew. It grew and festered and suddenly it was no longer a shadow, but a real physical thing. A monster that others could see. This foul beast rose up and called itself McG and went about on a master plan to do the foulest thing to me that it could imagine. It directed Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle.
My punishment is an incoherent mish mash of random and ungratifying T&A, somebody's mom in a bikini (they call her Demi Moore around these parts), utterly preposterous action sequences not the least of which involves the Even Stevens Boy on dirt bikes and a shoot out that defies not only physics but common decency and my sense of shame. But did it defy my tormentor's shame? Surely not.
If not for Uwe Boll's House of the Dead, I would be positive that Charlie's Angels Full Throttle would be the sulphurous, fire laden afterlife in which I would be tortured eternally. Alas, it is merely McG's way of saying to me "Hey Fortey...I'm utterly incompetent, wanna go watch an Offspring video? I like bright colors!! Where are my mittens?!"
In closing, I must go soap my eyeballs to remove the layer of milky ooze my body set up as defence against witnessing another minute of this film and I assure you, your time would be better spent inspecting your dog for ring worm than watching this movie.
Probably the worst big-budget piece of cinematic garbage of 2003. And that's a compliment, because usually there is something that can be salvaged from garbage, but not in this case. Nothing, and I mean nothing, works in this movie, and nothing (again, NOTHING) is smart about this movie. It is more highly contrived than most "action" flicks, the action looks almost entirely fake (which of course it is, but it should not make the audience so acutely and painfully aware of it!), the dialogue is somewhere between stupid and idiotic, and the humor is, shall we say, as funny as the old proverbial screen door in a submarine. Directorially, it is pieced together like a series of very overstylized and mismatched music videos. The Angels are neither appealing nor particularly bright beyond an I.Q. level of, let's generously estimate, 70! Pathetic is another word that comes to mind. Skip it if you have any self-esteem or self-worth as a fan of good movies.
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