Two top CIA operatives wage an epic battle against one another after they discover they are dating the same woman.
Watching really attractive, really charismatic people be really funny seldom gets old, and they’re served reasonably well by a tight, disciplined script that capitalises on their game charms.
This Means War is clearly aimed at lovers who meant to book a restaurant table on Valentine’s Day, then forgot – but really there is no good reason why you should sit through this, unless you are on a flight to Australia, or it’s a condition of release for hostages.
Smart, funny and really quite hot, this is worth a look no matter what you think of Charlie’s Angels.
In the end This Means War simply does what any bad blockbuster does: deploy an attrition-like assault on the senses. Resistance is a must.
With a laugh quota of just above zero, the presence of the ever-awesome Tom Hardy is the sole saving grace.
This Means War comes across as a missed opportunity.
The only one to emerge with some credit is Hardy as the more soulful and rugged spy, in contrast to Pine’s smoothie himbo.
A three-way masterclass in Not Funny and Not Sexy.
Bubblegum for the brain.
Generally terrible.
The film could have been a comment on 21st-century romance, with all its opportunities for paranoid cyber-snooping, but instead it just churns out repetitive scenes of Pine and Hardy sabotaging each other's dates, interspersed by repetitive scenes of Witherspoon whinging about how conflicted she is.
Can [McG's] films get worse?
Reese Witherspoon doesn't know This Means War ending
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