Love and comedy go together like fertilizer and flowers. To plug the gap
for a needful demographic comes this romantic comedy in the holiday
season. Let's whip it up with a little jewel thievery, a thief smooth enough
to slide through rose thorns, a hot compadre, a south sea island getaway, an
FBI pursuer, and you have all the ingredients for a nice, escapist fling at
Purportedly, Max (Pierce Brosnan) and Lola (Salma Hayek) are equally
masterful in the occupation of jewel heisting. They're partners
professionally, and in a mutual sexual obsession. From where I sit (as a
guy), who can blame him? The babe's all she's supposed to be, and the
voyeuristic camera angles are perfectly all right. But, actually, Hayek's so
finely put together no emphasis is required.
Mmmm... back to business. As partners in crime, he seems to be the one to
come up with the nifty capers, electronic gadgetry, a platoon of
co-conspirators, research up the gazoo, infallible planning, etc. In the
first sequence, to demonstrate what the guy's got, he operates a remote
control to lock his arch nemesis, Agent Lloyd (Woody Harrelson), up in his
own armored FBI SUV while chained to a case holding the Napoleon diamond #2.
With his joy stick (adding new meaning to the term), Max then drives the
startled agent away from his dropoff point and into Max's and Lola's lair.
Never mind that it's all executed from within the protective arms of a
platoon of FBI guys. That makes the caper all the more delicious. Max is the
But it makes Poor Agent Lloyd look bad. He looks very bad. They don't take
his gun and badge away, but they tell him to take a hike while they figure
out what to do with him. Some downtime will do him and the agency some
Meanwhile, gorgeous Lola is getting her way and the thieving couple flee to
gleeful retirement on that Caribbean island, where they sate themselves on
lobster and suckers. Just as it's getting old, wouldn't you know it, Napoleon
diamond #3 comes whistling into port aboard the latest cruise ship, rescuing
them from the the boredoms of Paradise.
This gift from the gods of contrivance is followed by -- you guessed it --
Agent Lloyd. He meets sensational looking local policeperson Sophie (Naomie
Harris) who renders aid, while the island's kingpin (Don Cheadle) is nothing
but urbane and sophisticated in pressing Max to partner up in the diamond
capture. Granted, the feat will be as impossible as it is inevitable.
I hate to be the one with the cold ice shower, but this fun in the sun
suffers from too much sun block in the credibility department. Some
of us might not care since it's a nice plunge into laughs and diversion.
Others might feel it a little less than cleverly devised.
Brosnan is a man whose characters know a things or two about living in the
lap of luxury while staying a step or two ahead of his law-enforcement
pursuers. He's the anti-hero we love and admire. And, if I didn't know any
better, I'd say he had more than his usual level of chemistry with his
co-star, in this case, the unignorably physiqued Selma Hayak. The pair make
their mutual attraction believable just by kissing passionately every chance
they get. They don't seem to be phoning it in and there's no remote control
in the romance department. Well, maybe they're just fine actors, but one
should appreciate their perfectly rowdy way of making a success of a romantic
It is successful as far as its intentions go. Its charms are as pretty as
the seaside sunset, and will be as quick to fade.
~~ Jules Brenner