After the Sunset (review)
Pierce Brosnan (Laws of Attraction) continues to play Remington Steele, the dashing, elegant gentleman scoundrel, and that’s just fine. Unfortunately, the inelegant doofus Woody Harrelson (EDtv) is part of the package deal for this outing, and if Brosnan is still turning heads, Harrelson is still turning stomachs. Harrelson’s mere presence, as a dumbass FBI agent, negates any shot at sophistication that might have been found in this tale of suave jewel thieves retired to an island paradise, and sure enough, it soon descends into juvenile anti-buddy schtick complete with homosexual terror masquerading as comedy. Salma Hayek (Once Upon a Time in Mexico), as Brosnan’s former partner in crime, might as well not even be here — though clearly a smart professional criminal in her own right, she’s now reduced to begging him to write his wedding vows so they can get married. But her presence is required so that hacktacular director Brett Ratner (Rush Hour 2) can lunge his camera at her boobs every few minutes. With several overt references to movies with “twist endings,” it’s clear the film believes it can trick the viewer into not knowing what to expect. Unfortunately, the proceedings are all too dully predictable.