With
his post-James Bond track record, maybe Pierce Brosnan should not be so
quick to say goodbye to the super spy.
Brosnan, who has said he will not return for a fifth Bond flick, has
delivered back-to-back duds this year with the romantic comedy "Laws
of Attraction" and now the heist caper "After the Sunset."
Like "Laws of Attraction," "After the Sunset" is
not exactly a bad movie. Just dull and droopy, its nebulous title appropriate
for a movie that never quite defines itself as larcenous lark or shady
thriller.
The wolf-and-sheepdog camaraderie between crook (Brosnan) and cop (Woody
Harrelson) certainly is different, though not very believable or entertaining,
especially given Harrelson's over-the-top performance.
Brosnan, meanwhile, seems a bit bored by the whole thing. That's fine
early on, considering his character is a retired diamond thief who misses
the action. Yet he remains wearily aloof even after he's back on the job
for one more score.
Director Brett Ratner had great commercial success with the mismatched-buddy
comedy "Rush Hour" and its sequel, but he falls short with a
less manic, more grown-up approach to the genre here.
One of the movie's main assets -- and it's a decent one -- is its lingering
shots of co-star Salma Hayek's amazing curves and cleavage.
Brosnan and Hayek are Max and Lola, a thieving couple living the good
life on a tropical island seven years after their farewell score, a priceless
diamond literally lifted out of the hands of FBI agent Stan Lloyd (Harrelson).
Disgraced and obsessed, Stan turns up at Max's place convinced his nemesis
is plotting to steal a companion diamond that just happens to be making
a port call at the island during a cruise-ship tour.
Max insists to Lola -- who wants her man to stay retired -- and Stan
that he has no interest in swiping the jewel, though he clearly has the
itch.
What follows is not so much a cat-and-mouse game as a strange-bedfellows
farce, with Max and Stan fishing together, drinking together, slathering
each other with sunblock -- all the usual kinship rituals between good
guy and bad guy.
The screenplay by Paul Zbyszewski and Craig Rosenberg tosses in some
mild twists and turns, nothing that an experienced movie buff won't see
coming.
The writers aim for "Get Shorty"-like banter, but what passes
for clever idiosyncrasy is Max barking "State your business"
when he answers the phone or Stan dividing people into idlers who like
to watch sunsets and doers who don't have time.
"After the Sunset" thoroughly squanders Don Cheadle's talent
in a small role as a menacing gangster horning in on the action while
babbling about free-love philosophy in the music of the Mamas and the
Papas.
Also wasted is Naomie Harris, who was riveting in the zombie tale "28
Days Later," here playing an island cop implausibly drawn in as Stan's
professional and romantic partner.
The filmmakers make reference to one of Hollywood's bonniest jewel-heist
adventures, Alfred Hitchcock's "To Catch a Thief," perhaps hoping
the mere mention will rub off some of that film's luster.
It only serves to remind viewers how dusky and dreary "After the
Sunset" is by comparison.