Bond teams up with an NSA agent to uncover the truth about a conspiracy involving conflict diamonds and North Korea. Fourth, last, and least of the Brosnan Bond flicks. The central performance is good, but the script is a lazy series of puns and there’s an over-reliance on iffy CG throughout.
An ex-marine mall cop defends his workplace from besieging kidnappers. Hugely enjoyable little B-movie riffing on Cohen & Tate, Die Hard and John Carpenter’s Rio Bravo-ish siege flicks. Some hideously-intrusive product placement aside, this is an unpretentious blast.
Cage is re-recruited to find a satellite-crashing McGuffin. Self-aware but still dumb-as-rocks threequel, tooled after the latter Fast and Furious flicks in its teenage lad-friendly collision of heists, chases, and bikinis. Toni Collette camps it up in support.
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A mortal becomes embroiled in a war between Egyptian gods. Campy and intermittently spectacular, this is still two hours of character actors hamming in front of variably-lit greenscreens.
The eponymous retired hitman is compelled to honour a debt. Less fresh than the 2014 original, but Chapter 2 gains confidence as it proceeds, expanding the series’ world and throwing in a few inventive action set-pieces. Laurence Fishburne cameos hammily.