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From Paris With Love

Chemistry between actors can be difficult to create, and no movie I've seen in recent history proves better how independently amazing actors, when paired, don't necessarily create something better and bigger than the sum of their parts.

It's sad, really. Jonathan Rhys Meyers and John Travolta are both charming in their own right, but for some reason, their relationship feels really really forced. And their witty repartee comes off as...cliche. And really, truly, I was afraid Travolta was going to hurt his big self more than once attempting the moves he rocked during the movie. (Yes I know he had a stunt guy for the hard stuff, I'm just sayin'...)

But enough of that.

The Internet Movie Database Plot Summary (partial):

A personal aide to U.S. Ambassador in France, James Reece (Jonathan Rhys Meyers) has an enviable life in Paris and a beautiful French girlfriend, but his real passion is his side job as a low-level operative for the CIA. All James wants is to become a bona fide agent and see some real action.

Sigh.

There was a lot of action, gratuitous violence, slow mo of shooting victims in mid fall, that kind of thing. There was no real romance/sexual chemistry to speak of between Rhys Meyers and his fiance, though she was gorgeous and of course he's a hottie of the European ilk, so the marked lack of intimate scenes wasn't a huge loss.

I give this one a 2 on my 5 star scale. And I'm stretching to do that.

And hubby will be working hard to get me True Blood episodes from Netflix.

He's fully aware he's on double probation for this. Why double? Well, his enthusiasm for Curb Your Enthusiasm has netted two more disks of episodes of this show, a show that I'm completely, totally and absolutely over. Was over after the...3rd disk we watched, so maybe the 15th episode?

Seriously done, and longing for romantic comedy and/or good vamp series now. The sooner the better.

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