"From Paris with Love" was a typical action movie of the same genre as the Bourne series. Non-stop shooting and blowing stuff up but minimal story. Something to do on a snowy evening.
I like John Travolta. But I wish I’d read a review beforehand. Maybe I was seduced by the movie ads on TV. (Little did I know that I’d seen the best parts of the film in those 30 seconds.)
It’s either a heist movie. Or a buddy movie. Or a counterterrorism movie. Or a love movie. Or a shoot-‘em-up movie. But it wasn’t very good. The best thing I can say about it is that I didn't have to leave to go to the bathroom. It did contain enough content to keep me in my movie seat.
The thing that fooled me was that I liked the last Travolta movie I saw: “Taking of Pelham One Two Three”. And it looked like Travolta was playing a similarly hard-boiled character.
It was a fantasy. About as filling as chewing gum.
Stay home. Have a cup of hot soup. Be with someone you love.
Copyright James C. Lewis 2010
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