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This movie was silly, dumb, an unnecessary sequel to a fluffy, ridiculous film. CHARLIE'S ANGELS: FULL THROTTLE gives its viewers an excuse to ogle Cameron Diaz, Drew Barrymore, Lucy Liu and Demi Moore in revealing, tight costumes while barely supplying its viewers with a plot and forcing us to watch a film so freakishly edited together that it feels like a two-hour music video. The stunts are so fake that you start thinking, "Hey, the green-screen appears so often it should get a screen credit and percentage of the gross." It's a ludicrous film.

That said, damn if the thing isn't occasionally lots and lots of fun.

Like its predecessor, FULL THROTTLE gives us hot chicks, hot guys, loads of fun action and ridiculously contrived situations. The jokes, though they fly as often as they did in the first movie, aren't as funny, but you still get to see Cameron Diaz dress as a really, really butch lesbian AND dance to MC Hammer, so who cares?

The DVD is unrated. I don't know exactly how exploitative this new version of the film is going to get, other than through adding more dumb sex jokes. But if there are more scenes added where the sweaty, buff and bad-accented Justin Theroux or any of the Angels go shirtless, then I hate to admit it ... but I'm so there.

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I do think this movie is bad, but not just because of its minimal plot and shameless fanservice. A dumb movie can be good, if it knows its crowd and doesn't take it itself too seriously, but this movie has an element of extreme _strangeness_ which makes it impossible to enjoy. The pacing and the dialogue are all wrong. It doesn't seem to know what effect it wants to have, and jokes are delivered in a bizzare deadpan fashion which forbids laughter. Also it clips along at a fairly breakneak speed, giving no pause for laughter; one joke (which isn't really funny anyway) is piled on top of another, as though to compensate for quality with volume. Then there's the plot, which tries too hard to actually exist and keeps distracting from the action. Information is always being introduced by way of some clumsy exposition, in a way that makes you feel you should be paying attention, even though you know the plot doesn't matter. Then there's the tone. That indecision is really what characterizes Full Throttle. You don't know what you're supposed to take seriously. It just can't strike the right balance between comedy and drama. There are moments near the end which are really grotesque or depressing, and they just take all of the force out of the jokes, but then the jokes make it impossible to take the drama seriously.

Still, the overall production is impressive, and it does have a few nice moments (the menacing Irish gangster, about as out-of-place in this movie as a classy villain like Hannibal Lechter would be), and John Cleese as Lucy Liu's father in a typically good performance. It might just be worth seeing, if only to see the unique way in which they managed to botch it.

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I have had the priviledge of watching the worst film ever. It was Plan 9 from Outer Space, by Ed Wood. It was brilliant. Ed Wood took no money, no talent, no acting ability, no coherance and no plot and turned it into the most entertaining movie I have ever seen.
Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle, meanwhile, took millions of dollars, reasonable (I'll go no further) talent and acting ability, and no coherence or plot, and churned out the worst pile of crap I have ever had the misfortune to be in the same room as.
From the moment the film opens, you know your braincells are doomed. The idiocy-rays beaming from the screen penetrate through your eyes and you suffer the anguished screams of your braincells dying as all logic is stripped away.
And despite what anyone else says, I was resolutely unattracted to the Angels; I find it impossible to like someone whose idea of a snappy line is 'Just once I'd like to leave a bar by the door.' Throughout the movie you can hear the original Angels spinning in their graves. And if they're not dead, this movie will kill them off.

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