From Paris with Love Reviews
This is the sort of asinine action exercise that needs a star to blow up cars and leap from rooftop to rooftop with gusto. So right about the time that Travolta curses out the Charles De Gaulle customs staff, we know this movie has found a reason to be.
The movie has the patchwork plotting of grade-schoolers making up a game at recess: "The hero's a wanna-be spy! He has to hang with a brash superagent! And they hunt a drug stash that's connected to terrorists!"
Stoopid fun, From Paris With Love doesn't do much for Paris or love, or your brain cells, but it flies like a crazed eagle on uppers and comes from the talented, propulsive schlocketeer Pierre Morel.
No movie star appears to have more fun in a crap movie than John Travolta, and his inimitable my-check-has-cleared! glee is the best thing about this lame espionage thriller.
Morel and his crew certainly know how to stage action: the fight scenes and shootouts, the stairwell pursuits and motorway mayhem, are as good, if not better, than anything to come out of Hong Kong in a long time.
Cast in the time-honoured double act of straitlaced newbie and wingnut-who-gets-the-job-done, Rhys Meyers and Travolta develop an affable rapport, possibly because they both recognize the movie for the trash that it is.