Ah, James. I feel for you. You’re not in the 70’s anymore, so no one will let you be the womanizing Teflon-hearted killer you once were. And yet with a heart in your chest and a conscience in your soul, who does that make you? So you try to walk the line and be both.
Uh, no. Don’t do that. Because then you save one woman for no reason other than you found out someone wants her dead. Why is that a bad thing? You don’t know. You just assume. Maybe she napalmed an elementary school at naptime because she’d rather kill her own children than let her ex have them. You don’t know. But okay, fine, so James is now a knight in shining armour. We’ll go with that.
Oh, but no he isn’t after all, because now a woman wearing only a trench coat and high heels comes up to him in the airport (seriously, she’s supposed to be a consulate worker but it obviously doesn’t pay hardly anything because she can’t afford clothes even when she’s going out in public on official business) and he beds her quite instantaneously. And her name is Strawberry Fields.
Okay so you’re back to 70's James? Now we’re confused. And I mean really confused. I didn’t catch half of what was going on. Was the plot that convoluted, or did I just need subtitles to help me with their fast talking heavily accented explanations? (I was amused how the Canadian at the end thanks James for letting her live, though. Nice stereotypical touch.) Verdict: Movie Rental if You Must
