Holograms? Break dancing Frenchman?
Had I known this movie would have cheese, I would have taken a Lactaid. Lactose intolerant people bewared! In all seriousness, these were the only two major areas of cheese. Ok, well, the whole Julia Roberts / Bruce Willis thing was quite Velveeta. But the rest of the movie was quite entertaining. Soderbergh even had the uncharacteristic kindness to use background music/noise in several scenes. Scenes which otherwise would have left an otherwise uncomfortable silence (see The Limey for example). I guess I liked it, but not as much as the first. Stylistically (if that’s a word), this movie looked great and the naturalness/improvisation of the dialog was entertaining. But a break dancing French guy? Goddammit, that ruined it for me. How can a guy, a FRENCH guy, come up with a break dancing routine so flawless that it could defeat a bunch of "random" security lasers? Flashing back to 1983, and this would have even put Cooley Jackson to shame.
God bless the French. Viva la Solid Gold!