We had varying opinions as we left the theater after seeing Pierce Brosnan shake the mothballs off his secret agent suit.
My wife had high expectations of the movie, and came out disappointed with its violent tone. In perfect disharmony I had low expectations based on the rather dull, been there done that feel from the trailers, but found myself surprised for a few reasons:
a) There's still plenty of life in the wrinkly Brosnan
b) A little bit of muscle never did anyone any harm (unless it does in fact, harm them)
c) There are still too many heavily-armed cold war types swanning around in Serbia to put it on my "must visit" list, and
d) Brosnan, the CIA, and those heavily-armed cold war types seemed to have been sprayed with equally heavy cop repellent as there's not a single anti-crime official attracted by the various explosions, gun fire or car chases perpetrated around Belgrade or any other location behind the former Iron Curtain.
This was an old school spy versus spy story, with enough intrigue and action to keep 50% of the Page household happy for ninety minutes or so.
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