I'd Go to Hell for THESE Angels!

Hey peeps. Just got back from the sumptuous visual feast that is Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle. Honestly, I approached the movie with some trepidation, since one of my favourite sites didn't really review it favourably. However, I soon found that all my misgivings were unjustified. From the tantalising glimpse of Cameron Diaz's knickers in the opening scene to Demi Moore's outrageous physique to Crispin Glover's too sad death..I was spellbound. Director McG ensured that every setpiece, every scene would pile on the outrageousness factor one atop the other, until you really believe in a surreal world where everyone at a high school reunion dances like pros, Ricky Carmichael actually loses a 'cross race, and Demi Moore can fly. Oh, and dodge bullets, too.

McG knows what works with his audience. He knows we want more of what the first movie offered. And so he gives it to us, in spades. And like a good lover, the movie tantalises, teases, prods us on until we know we can't wait for the earth shattering mind blowing conclusion even though we beg for it not to stop, not to ever stop...and then it happens. In a climax that truly befits the Angels franchise, McG makes sure that everything (literally) goes out with a bang.

Phew.

It's mindless entertainment, alright. But it's entertainment that's been very carefully manipulated and calculated to deliver maximum effect. For those of you who haven't seen it, don't go into the theatre expecting a deep, thought provoking story about 3 girls who grow up to become almost-superheroes. Check your brain at the door, relax, and let Charlie's Angels welcome you into their world. For a second time.

Ash.ox gives Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle a 4 out of 5