Sunday 4 October 2020

Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle (2003)

Opens with Lucy Liu stuffed in a crate, only her arse and crotch visible and pointed right at camera. That pretty much sums up this movie.

It looks a little better, with some brighter colours and slightly more interesting visuals (and Diaz doesn't have that awful Thor 1 bleached-hair-and-eyebrows look any more), but otherwise essentially the same as the previous (dreadful) movie. It's hard to say whom this is aimed at - it's too infantile to be for anyone over the age of 6, but it's filled with jokes about beavers and cocks and Lucy Liu giving her dad the impression that she's a sex worker covered in semen, and yet at the same time it's doing extended riffs on movies from 20 years ago like Cape Fear and tackling abusive partner sub-plots so it's not really great for 15 year olds either. Regardless, I hope young people aren't watching these movies where the female heroes are giggling simpletons who get what they want by stripping to their underwear for men.
Rating: Awful

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