John Travolta plays a gung-ho, trigger-happy US secret agent on the job in Paris. The movie's tonal feel is that of tongue-in-cheek in the vein of Shoot 'Em Up (2007), though it's nowhere near as witty. Ditto for its effort to be Tarantinoesque in the dialog department.
But, it's nice to see Travolta swagger on the screen; I root for the guy, mainly because he gave us Grease (1978). You can tell that he's having a ball. Speaking of balls, he shaved his head completely bald to play his character in the movie, who also wears a goatee-plus-moustache and earrings to complete the image in an effort, subconsciously or otherwise, to emulate Ving Rhames.
And he doesn't pull off one single dance routine. Which means that he's finally managed to shed, or let go of, his image as king of the dance floor. Instead, he may or may not have started to build a new image around the Pulp Fiction (1994) legacy.
Oh well, time will tell.
(Running time: 92 minutes)
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