2003-07-02

First of all, the title of this movie should actually be Charlie’s Angels: Full Volume, at least in the theatre I saw it in. I honestly thought I was going to go deaf. It’s probably due to the fact that I’m an old woman, but I spent more than a few minutes with my fingers firmly lodged in my ears, and I could still hear the movie just fine.

However, eventually either I went a little deafer or the movie quieted down a little. I spent the rest of the movie thoroughly enjoying myself. What can I say? I really dig seeing women kick ass in an action movie. It’s rare that you see a real, honest-to-God action movie where the main characters are women.

The plot is kind of beside the point, really. This movie is 98% eye candy and 2% fond tribute to women’s friendships, which is actually very nice to see. When the Angels aren’t busy kicking ass, they’re hanging out together, having fun, and reaffirming their all-for-one and one-for-all philosophy. Drew Barrymore, Cameron Diaz and Lucy Liu are just so darned cute and happy that it’s impossible for me to begrudge them my affection.

Watching CAFT is a vicarious thrill ride. The whole time I was watching I wanted to be one of the Angels. I wanted to be putting the bad guys into headlocks and flipping them into the ocean. I wanted to be dressed in a cute outfit doing karate moves and riding a motorbike. Yes, all at the same time! And, due to the Angels’ multiracial makeup, I really can picture myself as Lucy Liu! Besides, her dad in the movie is played by John Cleese, and who doesn’t love a little Monty Python?

The other reason I liked the movie was because Justin Theroux was in it. Ever since his fantastic guest appearance as Brenda’s hot French horn playing neighbour in Six Feet Under, he has been dangerously close to supplanting my current movie star boyfriend, Clive Owen. Granted, in CAFT he looks like a crazed lunatic with really awful hair, but that’s OK. He’s still really ripped.

For those of you who don’t think the movie will give you enough of a mental workout, rest assured: watching Demi Moore will exercise your brain as you wonder how Botoxed her forehead had to be before it got to the rigor mortis stage that it’s at now.

So, overall, I give two thumbs up to Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle. One thumb for the ass-kicking Angels and one thumb for Justin Theroux.

Posted by polarcanuck at 10:32 p.m.

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