From Paris with Love took me on a little journey. For the first half of movie, it seemed like little more than a big, dumb exploso-fest, with me worrying that John Travolta might need dental work, from all the scenery-chewing he was doing. And then, somewhere in the second-half, a plot twist and the actors' reactions to it got me actually started thinking that it might be a movie with a modicum of emotional complexity. And then, then last two minutes of the film took all that credit that it had built up with me and flushed it down the toilet, leaving me convinced that it's even dumber than I had ever imagined.
FuzzyCo grade: D- (C+ if you turn it off before the last scene)
