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Since I saw it twice in theaters, you can probably guess that CA is a 12-piece KFC bucket of fun. When you stop and think of it, there's little originality to be found; movies blatantly ripped off include The Matrix and Mission: Impossible. Yet it's soaked with pure fun - there are no set movie rules they're trying to follow, except the cardinal one of always keeping us entertained. First off, Bill Murray. Can you name a BAD movie Murray's been in? Shh... that's hyperbole, not a personal challenge. I would see Shakespeare if Murray is in it, and if you knew me, that's a major miracle. He's Bosley, the (male) fourth Angel who pits his bewildered antics against his inept nature. When the film gets to a montage of Bosley in his prison cell, we are no longer asking "Where did he get the baseball and glove?" but merely guffawing at the Man Formerly Known As Venkman. So. Fun. There's little CA won't do to keep you happy. There's ample cleavage. F1 racers in a street chase scene. Helicopters, airplanes, speed boats, and at one point, a scooter. Tom Green, who just stares and it's funny. Flashbacks to previous and non-existant CA episodes. Some really really awesome fight scenes, one in which Drew Barrymore (Drew Barrymore?) steals the show. Cameron Diaz dancing in cute teddy undies. And Crispen Glover (Crispen Glover?) who proves that George McFly is done being picked on for good. He smokes a lot, so you know that he's a Bad Dude. I could talk about the well-done pacing or how PoolMan kept trying to steal my popcorn with his grubby little hands, but I shall delve into the most important topic of CA: cleavage. There should be an Oscar for "Most Nudity Shown While Keeping A PG-13 Rating" for this film. You, if you're a guy or a woman-inclined female, will spend an inordinate amount of time during Charlie's Angels craning your neck thinking, "If she moves just one more inch, I'm going to be seeing something I shouldn't." Every outfit is designed to show ample bosom-things, and that might be pretty risqué if the girls themselves had acknowledged their sexuality. But they seem to take it all in passing, although they probably notice in the next movie when they all catch their death of colds. Heck, one scene has Drew naked for a full minute, but creative shadowing and fast cuts deny all but the camera crew a bliss rarely seen outside of E.T. For all of us there are certain key elements that, if met, instantly deem a movie a success. For me, one of these elements is involving a dance sequence with "Baby Got Back" as the track. Oh, yes. (Ed. note: PoolMan might deny the popcorn incident, but you have to remember he's Canadian, and popcorn is a luxury Canucks do not have.) Special Note: As anytime I make an anti-Canadian remark, beavers tend to froth at the mouth and Mounties bang on my door, and this time was no different. Lovely Lisa wrote in: "Great review, but I just want to clarify: Popcorn is a luxury that we Canucks do have. We're in Canada, not on the f***ing moon." Good to know, Lisa. Important information for anyone on Jeopardy ("Alex, I'll take 'Things Not On F***ING The Moon' for $300, please").
Never mind the fact that the theater was filled with elderly people who were confused as to whether the movie had actually started, I was laughing at the flick itself. One of my early nervous fears about Charlie's Angels was that they wouldn't hit the right style. I mean, what do you do with a cult TV classic that really rested on the laurels of Farah Fawcett's boobs for twenty years? Do you make a serious action film? Is it comedy? If so, is it campy, or a little straighter? Seriously, there were so many places where this one could have fallen through the cracks, but it just didn't. It managed to kick ass in most departments without any real lacking points! I'll get into trouble if I spend too much time elaborating on the gorgeous stars (someone keeps tipping my girlfriend off when I talk about women... frankly, I suspect Clare). It's true, they went for jiggle and giggle, but they did it well, and I laughed the whole way through. But a lot of credit goes to the supporting cast... Bill Murray turns in a good couple of laughs, as does Tim Curry. Although I weep for the fact that they both lack sufficient screen time. Thankfully, though, they get to duel in the grandest of fashions... puffy suit sumo! Argh... I'm having trouble writing this. Justin's listening to the Daily Show really loud, and keeps dropping his pants without warning to stroll around in his boxer shorts. No kidding. So forgive me if I seem a little off. I'm just recovering from two nights already spent on the air mattress, and there's four more to go. I think I'm getting high off the vinyl fumes. Woohoooo... So straying back towards the point, I laughed my ass off, and had a great time with the local senior citizens in Plymouth, MI. Be sure to catch the Angels, and bring your grandma's friends! (And be sure to drop Justin an e-mail asking him why it took four paragraphs to get to any mention whatsoever of women lower than the age of 80.)
The plot is typical James Bond type stuff. Big Bad Corporation gets its hands on technology that could destroy the world, oh no! So the three Angels swoop in to get the technology back. And there's plot twists and stuff. I have a favorite scene for each Angel. My favorite Alex scene is the infiltration of the Big Bad Corporation. Seeing Lucy Liu wield a whip while wearing leather with the song "Barracuda" in the background is fantastic. My favorite Dylan scene is where Drew Barrymore makes an unexpected landing in the backyard of some unsuspecting little boys. I was almost crying I was laughing so hard. And my favorite Angel, Natalie, is the absolute best when she gets to be on Soul Train. Watching waifishly thin Cameron Diaz shake her nonexistant butt to "Baby Got Back" is priceless. This is a great movie, I will probably go see it again before it leaves the theaters. It has everything you could ask for in a popcorn action movie. Go see it. Now. Ooooh, Barracuda!
Level number one is what I affectionately refer to as Cleveland (get it? Cleve Land. see? Clare made a funny pun... oh never mind!) It's boobs galore as all three Angels are pushed up, down and all around into a dizzying array of dresses, tiny t-shirts, body suits, bathing suits and bed sheets. They defy gravity, they confuse the enemy and I believe there should have been six extra credits listed at the end of this film, just to give the smaller angels their due. So yeah, all three ladies are stacked and they know how to work the goods. You can try to argue with me about why that could possibly be a bad thing, but you'd be wrong. Level number two is basically what makes this Charlie's Angels different from the original series. Since the '70's it has slowly and thankfully become not only ok, but down right admirable if a beautiful babe also has the cajones necessary to kill with her bare hands. The fight sequences in C's A's are fast paced, well shot, interesting, funny and impressive. I grew up with movies wherein some bad dude would come into a scene to do bad dude stuff and if there wasn't another dude there to take care of the situation, the girl in danger would just kind of stand there and whine helplessly or smash the bad guy over the head with a big vase and then collapse from the exertion. Cameron Diaz, Drew Barrymore and Lucy Liu take care of business all by themselves here and they ain't foolin' around. That didn't make me feel inadequate or dumpy. That made me feel like deep down inside there's a Charlie's Angel in every woman (cue sappy Oprah music here) just waiting to round house kick her way out. In addition to the two tiered assault on the senses this movie has in buckets, there's also Crispin Glover who I think should win some kind of award for his hilarious, perfect, campy, amazing performance here. Who would have thought that some dramatic eyebrow waxing and a couple of fake contacts could turn sweet unassuming George McFly into one cool killing cucumber? Plus, he makes smoking look super slick and if that's not a bold statement in this day and age, I'm not sure what is. And let's take a moment to recognize that Charlie's Angels is, clearly, the great cosmic pay back that Bill Murray so richly deserves. The fact that the "frolicking with the see-through shirt wearing Angels on the beach" scene at the end was purely gratuitous is almost unnoticeable when you realize that Bill Murray's been around for decades, making us laugh and love and dream and damn it, he deserves a little sexy mama action even at this late date. Here here I say! So yeah, besides the fact that I find Cameron Diaz mild to moderately annoying on a practically constant basis and the fact that I still can't figure out what LL Cool J is doing in this movie, I thought it was perfect Saturday afternoon fare.
If you missed it in theaters, it’ll be a great rent whenever it comes out. The bonus is you’ll get an enjoyable visual booty call whether you’re looking for boobage slippage or assessing pop culture value. Don’t you just love our modern permissive atmosphere that encourages immediate self-fulfillment? Bless you Charlie for assembling your Angels, though in my humble opinion you might consider a few cooler chicks the next time out, yeah?
Is It Worth Staying Through End Credits?
Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
Charlie's Angels was a TV show that ran from 1976 to 1981. Groovy Quotes
Bosley: What's this? Dylan: Chinese Fighting Muffin Bosley: That's not funny. A friend of mine once took a Chinese Fighting Muffin to the chest. He went home in four ziplock baggies.
Alex: Flip your hair.
Knox: So where we going, The Sizzler or House of Pancakes?
Vivian: Never send a man to do a woman's job. If you liked this movie, try these:
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