Dirty Angels

Somewhere deep underneath all the inexplicable absurdity, there is a brilliant comedy that wants to get out.

I am really struggling to understand what this movie tries to be. Let's gently set aside the brief CGI atrocities, the over-the-top-tropes, the obvious girlboss pandering, horrible & at times hilariously nonsensical dialogue, inconsequential character decisions & interactions, lackluster drama, laughable gunplay & tactics & the disgustingly flirtatious & ultimately nihilistic take on violence, victimhood & resolve.

Honestly, I was really hoping for the late Leslie Nielsen to pop up, wearing a tuxedo. Or a half naked Charlie Sheen, dual wielding RPG7s.

There is not one single solitary likeable character, including Eva Green, who not only can't move, let alone run, but also seems to have forgotten how to act, maybe as a courtesy to the rest of the cast.

I'm giving this pile of utterly pointless contrivance a 3/10 out of respect for the multiple efficient usage of one single, half-assed Humvee that gets blown up somewhere in the middle of the movie & yet is used throughout the whole production. He was a good boy.