Charlie's Angels
is a devilish display of dazzle and derriere, and makes no bones about
it. One could even say it is little more than a costume drama; a Curriculum
Vitae for its three female stars, and as long as you walk in expecting
little else, you will not be disappointed. Don't take it too seriously
and Charlie’s Angels is a frolic of fun; abusing weak men
and kicking butt, this is Spiceworld with attitude. The 'plot' is
a sideline to the costume changes, fight scenes and explosions, although
while these are the best bits, they are also the 'worst'; the director
resorting to all the trappings of the Millenium blockbuster in place of
the kind of kitsch scenes the Angels were loved for in the first place.
A thumping soundtrack
and ultra-cool special effects may compete with the modern day market but
here are merely anachronistic distractions, sacrificing authenticity for
the sake of the stars' egos. When used, the 70's graphics, visuals and
overall production are superb, making the film an entertaining slice of
imaginative 'nostalgia' as long as it's not taken as seriously as they
sometimes appear to want you to. When it does parody itself, Charlie's
Angels is entertaining, but remains lacking in the confidence to pull
it off, and so deflates to rather limp eye-candy, pulled up occasionally
to the status of satire only by Diaz and the way she embraces the humour
of the film.
This one, I fear is headed
for a grave that should be a little deeper than these shallow soul sisters.