CHARLIE'S ANGELS: FULL THROTTLE directed by McG, written by John August, Cormac Wibberley and Marianne Wibberley, produced by Leonard Goldberg, Drew Barrymore and Nancy Juvonen, with Barrymore, Cameron Diaz and Lucy Liu. 101 minutes. A Columbia Pictures release. Opens Friday (June 27). For venues and times, see First-Run Movies, page 108. Rating: N Rating: NNNNN
mcg has done something i didn't think was possible. He's made me tired of Cameron Diaz. As someone who understood and appreciated the New York Film Critics Circle's honouring of Diaz's performance in There's Something About Mary, I got through the first Charlie's Angels mostly on Diaz's charm, and Bill Murray.
Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle is essentially the first film, only more so. McG pushes everything, including Diaz's charm, which now seems forced and annoying.
Having exhausted the public with publicity (consisting mostly of gang appearances by Diaz, Drew Barrymore and Lucy Liu talking about how much fun they had making the pic), Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle is less a movie than an extension of its ad campaign.
We're subjected to gratuitous Bernie Mac, gratuitous Crispin Glover, a dizzying array of digital explosions, unconvincing wire work, cheap stupid puns and the kind of persistent giggling that makes you feel you're sitting through 100 minutes of outtakes.
You do get a close look at Demi Moore's full-body make-over - I'd say liposuction definitely, and redone breasts. There aren't many 40-year-old actresses who'd want to don a bikini in the same shot as a bikinied Diaz.
Things I would rather watch than Full Throttle: Béla Tarr's seven-hour Sátántangó; Last Year At Marienbad without subtitles; the entire selection from this year's Cannes Film Festival, widely regarded as the worst in living memory; Battlefield Earth; my parents having sex; and a complete run of the original Charlie's Angels TV shows featuring Shelley Hack and Tanya Roberts.