From Paris With Love: Boom Bang a Bang … With cheese …

Well, there’s a thing …

I think we’ve actually managed to generate a Blogger label that mentions Movie Night Adrian.

Or at least, mentions Movie Night Adrian’s hat.

The one he’s oh-so-politely indicating in the photo … ?

Yes, that hat …

Which is relevant, of course, because the pair of us were both at my place, tonight, with a copy of the Pierre Morel directed, Luc Besson/Adi Hasak co-written film, From Paris With Love.

Well …

The fact Adrian was over was relevant.

Not necessarily the hat.

The hat’s not relevant.

Seriously …

Forget about the hat …

… … …

I’m in burble territory, aren’t I … ?

I can just see Kevin D, Trevor, Kaiju and @MamaAlfy giving me meaningful looks …

At any rate …

Tonight saw both Movie Night Adrian and I at something of a loose end, with only a copy of From Paris, With Love as entertainment.

There certainly wasn’t anything on TV, I know that much.

And I’ve got to admit, From Paris, With Love is definitely entertaining.

It sees Jonathan Rhys Meyers as James Reese, an aide to the US ambassador to France, doing the occasional … ah … side-job for one of the shadier sections of the Central Intelligence Agency.

And getting a last minute job at an awkward moment; not long after his girlfriend, Caroline*, played by Kasia Smutniak, proposes, he get’s a call from his CIA handler, to fish one of their senior operatives — Charlie Wax, flamboyantly played by John Travolta — out of a French Customs office.

Which is where it starts to get … hairy …

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Now, I’ve got to admit, this is one very over-the-top little action adventure film.

And one that makes no bones about being a touch OTT, or a touch … ahhh … light hearted, when it comes to things like realism or the consequences of its lead characters actions.

Were that much running around and shooting thing’s to happen in real-world Paris, I suspect at least one gendarme — in a very French, very stylish, romantic, deeply philosophical mannerº — would start to ask snotty questions.

Especially about things like jurisdiction, gun licenses and (possibly) evidence.

But, aside from all that … ?

I’ve got no problem in recommending From Paris With Love to you.

Just make sure you leave your disbelief — and any lingering questions about the HATª — in the bucket provided by your local DVD rental store.

* Pronounced ca-ro-LEAN, rather than ca-ro-LINE, as in English.

º And possibly involving a baguette or a packet of Gitanes. Maybe a Gallic shrug, somewhere …

ª No, let’s just leave the hat, right there, shall we … ? Goody Gum Drops … !