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part of a small rebellion | by maryann johanson

From Paris with Love (review)

L’espionnage, Je T’aime

“Tell me we’re not a perfect match,” John Travolta’s outrageously cartoonish Charlie Wax, biker-boy secret agent, guffs to Jonathan Rhys Meyers’ James Reece, prim and wonky James Bond wannabe, at some improbable point in the ludicrously entertaining From Paris with Love. It would have to be an improbable moment, because the movie is build from bricks of ridiculous mortared together with the preposterous and painted over with the hugely unlikely. I honestly, at this very moment, days after I saw the film and days after I’ve been letting it tick over in my head, cannot possibly tell you how it all hangs together, because I’m not sure that it does. But that don’t mean I didn’t have a blast while I was sitting there in the screening room quaffing it.
They are a perfect match, which is the damnedest, most wonderful thing. Travolta’s been annoying, mostly, of late (Wild Hogs? seriously?) and Meyers has mostly been Indie Boy (his turn as King Henry VIII on Showtime’s series The Tudors is probably where most mainstream audiences will recognize him from, but even that’s a stretch, considering the select viewers for-pay cable series garner). It’s either sheer genius or pure dumb random chance that prompted director Pierre Morel (who gave us last year’s surprise hit Taken) to pair them up as odd-couple spies: the grungy, badass veteran and the stuffy, stylish newbie. Who’da thunk they’d spark with such chemistry? From Paris with Love may look, on the surface, like a lot of the same-old, same-old — and it is, to be fair — but part of what makes it feel so fresh is that you get the sense that Travolta and Meyers are inventing something invincibly new as they go along.

Want more fresh angles on the action buddy comedy? You got it. Screenwriters Luc Besson (you know him as the writer-director of the Transporter movies and The Fifth Element) and Adi Hasak whip up a lot that’s sorta breezy in, say, Reece’s girlfriend, Caroline (Kasia Smutniak), whom you would think wouldn’t be in on the fact that his job at the American embassy in the City of Lights (the Irish Meyers is playing American here) is just a cover for his trying-to-break-in CIA work — man, does he want in to the inner sanctum of cool 007 shit! But she is. And she fine with it. One doesn’t like to spoil, and this really isn’t anything that ruins the many delightfully unkempt ragged edges that’ve been torn around the clichés, but look: She proposes marriage to him just before he goes off on his dangerous mission with Charlie Wax. And he’s totally cool with it. It may sound like a minor thing, but in a genre that is so dependent upon tradition — even when it thinks it’s being dangerous and unbound — this is a big step out of the box.

And Paris keeps on surprising you. The plot is, frankly, something of a convoluted mess about Chinese coke dealers and Pakistani terrorists skulking around Paris and getting up to a whole buncha no good. I didn’t have any trouble keeping up with things while I was in the thick of it — it’s all a breathlessly exciting, surprisingly funny, nonstop 90 minutes of audacious twists, excessive violence, sexy car chases, and just plain cinematic tomfoolery — if it cannot be denied that in the clear light of day, I don’t see where the connections are between the drug dealers and the suicide bombers. But that doesn’t matter. What’s cool is the effortless multiculturalism of the film — Paris is a living, breathing world city here, and not just in its wide variety of bad guys, and nothing like the picture-postcard image we’re usually condescended to with.

And it’s cool, too, how Morel and Besson and Hasak balance, in exquisitely satisfying fashion, a story that is timely and pertinent — the faith it takes to fuel suicide bombers and romantic love is key to the plot — while also managing to stay refreshingly apolitical about it all. And the humor comes not from culture snarking — the few jokes about France are not at the expense of that fine nation but in the honest expectation that it might actually do things better than America — but from the interplay between our two heroes. If this is the birth of a new franchise, hoorah: it is pure movie joy to revel in the pure joyful movie-movie electricity between Travolta and Meyers, and I’d love to see more. And more movies like this one, that embrace the nonsense and the cheap thrills with full-throated abandon.

MPAA: rated R for strong bloody violence throughout, drug content, pervasive language and brief sexuality

viewed at a private screening with an audience of critics

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  • e

    really…. really…. but Travolta’s so dumb looking in the trailer, and crazy Travolta can be annoying…. now I might have to at least see this on DVD.

  • Aw, awesome! “See it”? Really? This is great news… I’m gonna try and get out to see it next week so I won’t read your review until after. I expected this one to suck… this is a pleasant surprise.

  • heh. Another review to point to when people think you can’t just enjoy a movie and have a good time. It doesn’t need to be cerebral.. I just needs to be good. B)

    Thanks for the heads-up! yay Luc Besson!

  • Mathias

    Wow, very surprising. The trailer for this film makes it look like another in a long line of brain-dead action films. Normally, i’d avoid it like ebola.

    But since you recommended it, it’s worth a rental. ;D

  • Christina

    THE FIFTH ELEMENT is one of my all-time favorite movies, so I would have given this a look anyway (not in the theater, of course, I refuse to put myself through THAT fresh hell), but I’ll look forward to it even more now that it has your stamp of approval. thanks!

  • Mel

    I’m not sure Caroline proposing marriage and being cool with John’s job is *that* big a step out of the box, given the end of her character arc (I did love the set-up initially). But I did enjoy the movie a lot other than that and some discomfort with how it handled religious faith (geez, and I’m agnostic!).

  • KLW

    I get the sense that maybe this movie is somewhat like “Kiss Kiss Bang Bang”, a movie I absolutely love. How does it compare to that?

  • Boingo

    I saw “Paris” tonight. I thought it was “floppy.”
    It’s a guy’s movie,alright, but given the classy
    Brit speaking intro scenes, I was ready for a James
    Bond-ish (low end Bond,at least)level. The action scenes are okay-fast paced. The usual car chase scenes are so so. You’re right that the plot was convoluted.
    Maybe, this type of movie has been elevated so much
    with the “Transporter” series,it falls below par.
    Travolta doesn’t have Jason Statham’s body English,
    or lean intensity. I think I OD’d on Travolta tonight.

    I wish they had better cinematography, utilizing
    the Parisian scenery (wide angles ala Bond flicks).
    Carrying the vase through too many scenes was

    If seeing a great flick is like coming out of
    a restaurant after a great meal, this was like
    coming out of Domino’s ( no cut on the company, it’s good when you crave
    any kind of pizza).

    I’d skip it.

  • Fahad

    When a i first read the name of movie and the director i thought of some interesting stuff like Taken but it was totally different… the hero in the begining just carry a vase filled with cocain (which fall from the cieling of chinese resturant)all along… and travolta keeps rolling here and there soemtimes with cocaine and sometimes with suicide bombers without having any connection between them. Moreover the way it deals with the religious faith is really annoying … if we forget the story and connection between various situations and stuff then as per action it is just an ok movie…

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