You know what? I loved this movie. Really, really thought it was killer.
It worked because it absolutely refused to take itself seriously. It’s that good not because it is deep, or meaningful, or revelatory or groundbreaking or even that surprising. When you have a film that shoehorns in explosions, the destruction of the Eiffel tower, nanobots, unfeasibly large-chested female leads, car chases, ma**ively impractical bases beneath both the Arctic ice and the Sahara desert, two feuding ninja warriors complete with a “You killed my Master!” sub-plot (and why not?), Arnold Vosloo being evil and laser cannons, and has its tongue stuck so far up its cheek that it’s practically coming out its own nostrils, what’s not to like?