The makers of From Paris with Love apparently think they’ve created a memorable, bad-ass action hero in John Travolta’s Charlie Wax. Even worse, John Travolta apparently thinks that he’s a credible, bad-ass actor. Both of these beliefs are sadly misguided.
There are a few things I want to say but I’m not sure this film warrants making them into full paragraphs (don’t judge me, it’s nearly the weekend).
1. Travolta’s Charlie Wax quips to a thug he’s just beaten up “remember – Wax on, Wax off”. That this makes no sense at all shouldn’t really have come as any surprise to me considering the poster campaign.
2. Travolta’s Charlie Wax also has a scene where he eats a hamburger, or as he like to call it “a Royale with cheese”. Nudge Nudge Wink Wink.
It doesn’t work.
3. It is a nightmare of editing and bad direction. Imagine a brick, tied to which is a photograph of John Travolta shooting some stereotypical Arab terrorists. Now imagine someone repeatedly smashing your head in with said brick.
That is what this movie is like. Nothing makes any sense, and it doesn’t make sense over and over and over again. If there ever was a plot it hasn’t survived the transition from page to screen.