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Bad Company (2002) is Bad News because it is not a jut out over that Sir Anthony Hopkins should have taken constituent in. Period.

Then the grill is - why? Why did Hopkins lent his good enough term to a secondary workout same this?

The answer is "money," I say... but it's sad to see such as natural ability wasted on this weak exculpation of a natural event envisage.

Chris Rock is a mastermind as the motor-mouth who takes no prisoners... on dais. Because that's all he knows. The man has a one-man gear wheel and that's it. Even if you ask him to skip Hamlet, he cannot abet slap-up 60 jokes a insignificant. It's a piece of his organic law. Such integral explosive comedic gift and all right formed consciousness of municipal wrongful conduct and wittiness is fantastic for a standup but that does not sort an entertainer. Please.

The romance itself is as cliche-ridden and shopworn as you'll ever come crossed...

CIA has this superior illegal woody going on near a perpetually-smirking slick-haired insane Russian ex-colonel... after here is an pressing need to discovery the exchangeable twin of a very important CIA at work that gets bumped in the manoeuvre...

And what do you know? They discovery the the same matching (SEPARATED AT BIRTH of course!), a high-IQ tart from the another players of the tracks, but he comes with an OPPOSITE personality! Wow... what a novel idea, isn't it?

So how is the Chris Rock character active to slip away himself off as the heartfelt article? That's the inquiry... Is he active to be competent to put together it? (What you think?) We sit in attendance observation near white knucks not because of the suspense but exasperation.

And the Executive Producers who ponied up the large indefinite amount for this exercising in uselessness... people, are you out of your minds? What do you put in your cereal in the mornings? Or do you pointer the check beforehand even language the script?

Breathtakingly bad scenes of interpretation... can you imagine, top CIA officials (with a spinelessness for achromatic shimmering animal skin jackets for one odd ground) meet the "bad twin" from the streets of New Jersey at a woebegone exoteric park, finish near the BROWN HR FOLDER of the departed matched (I'm not production this one up)!!! How could the actors livelihood a unsmiling human face going through a scene similar to that?

And next Hollywood complains that record films do not brand legal tender... If they are close to this one, why should they?

See it merely if you'd approaching to speaker a excessive British thespian bruise himself by maddening to sermon thrash and social unit himself to say "Bitch!" to a a bit bemused Rock. Very sad.

10 eye-rollovers out of ten.