Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle

CHARLIE'S ANGELS: FULL THROTTLE is pretty much the same movie as the first one, except more of everything, and this movie has a lot of everything to have more of. More lovely heads shaking lovely hair in slow-mo as the Angels run away from more explosions. More lovely legs kicking more bad guys. More crazy get-ups (I know! Let's make them dress up like nuns! And strippers!). More surprise guest stars -- including one of the original Angels. More dancing. More booty shaking. More booty kicking. The only thing there's less of is plot, and does anyone who watches this movie really care about that? Certainly no one who made the movie did. Dylan, Alex, and Natalie behave as though they're at a slumber party where the girls blow stuff up and perform on-the-spot forensic analyses without any equipment in between setting each other's hair and short-sheeting each other's beds. This gives a bouncy, buoyant, bubbly feel to the story that keeps the energy level high enough to sail through the silly dialogue and story.

Problems include uninteresting villains and a dopey sidetrack as Alex's boyfriend (Matt LeBlanc) and father (John Cleese) have a pointless misunderstanding about what Alex really does on the job. Yes, Demi Moore looks sensational as an Angel turned bad, but her performance is weak. Justin Theroux is also wasted as Dylan's former boyfriend. Shia LeBeouf ("Holes") is in the movie for no particular reason. But Crispin Glover returns for a few nicely creepy moments as the mute Thin Man who has a thing about hair.