From Paris With Love: Cowboy diplomacy from John Travolta
As personal assistant to the U.S. ambassador to France, Richard Stevens (Jonathan Rhys Meyers) can keep himself in well-tailored suits and keep his terrific-looking, kittenish girlfriend (Kasia Smutniak) in a nice Paris apartment. This is the basis for director Pierre Morel's delicate study in trans-Atlantic manners, From Paris With Love. Richard longs for some more adventurous way to serve his country; while waiting to be approved for serious covert operations, he plays at spy, doing odd clandestine jobs such as planting a microchip in a French diplomat's office for some mysterious "Sir" who rings him up for favors. If you wonder why Richard is planting microchips in a French diplomat's office — if you question anything, in fact — this is not your movie.
Richard's big break comes when he's called to chaperone a top American field agent in Paris on business, Charlie Wax. First encountered delivering a crotch bump and a "Checkmate, mothafucka" as his goodbye to French airport security, Wax is a husky, goateed 55-year-old butch dude dressed up in a keffiyeh and other Urban Outfitters gear, with a Mr. Clean bald pate and earrings. A shoe-in part for John Travolta, then, most recently seen shouting "Lick my bunghole" in that Pelham 1, 2, 3 remake and making a truly stupefying music video with daughter Ella Bleu for a cut off the Old Dogs soundtrack, here in all his compellingly horrible jivey splendor.
We've heard the line "I'll admit, his playbook is a bit unorthodox" as often as we've seen an uptight bureaucrat like Stevens teamed with a loose cannon like Wax; From Paris lays down the premise and gets hustling. Stevens cringes while mentor Wax mows down the immigrant populations of Paris, from the 13th arrondissement Chinatown to the "Raghead" and "Paki" HLM slums, leaving a trail of the extravagantly killed and all-in-good-fun epithets of Don Rickles vintage. (Blazing through a Chinese drug den: "How many more of them you think there are?" "Last census? About a billion.") It could be a film for French Jean-Marie Le Pen voters to love — except there are few signs that a great Caucasian Gallic people had ever inhabited this shoot-'em-up playground, now but a scenic backdrop for U.S. antiterror maneuvers. The native tongue is barely heard; beyond an Eiffel Tower rendezvous, little advantage is taken of locations; Smutniak, a Pole, plays the only putatively French major character. Humor revolves around the two things most Americans know about les francaises: (a) We "saved their asses in WWII," and (b) they like to have sex.
Morel and producer Luc Besson, whose EuropaCorp studio did very well with last year's Taken, once again glorify the brutal-efficient unilateral Yankee abroad (sometimes played by Irishmen) with his "very particular set of skills" — or at least show faith in his enduring box-office potential. (Wax's particular skills are being deployed, incidentally, to foil a terrorist suicide bomb assassination scheduled to mar an upcoming Aid to Africa summit. The buildup makes The Naked Gun's plot against Elizabeth Windsor seem like The Manchurian Candidate.) Beyond its self-conscious silliness — Rhys Meyers does an entertaining coked-up act — and screwball pace, From Paris offers some rather grim lessons in its few get-serious slowdowns. We learn along with callow, trigger-shy Richard to take no prisoners and to never, ever trust a woman: When there's a terrorist plot afoot, cherchez la femme.
Morel's action pieces — spark-showering gunfights, Travolta neutralizing an entire gang of toughs with his bare fists, a rooftop chase, and a bazooka on the freeway, all generally set to chugging bad-ass guitar — are nothing to place him in the upper echelon of action directors, but at least he brings in lobotomized entertainment at 90-odd minutes. During the February doldrums, this cannot be underestimated.
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