Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle

Lucy! Drew! Cameron! Three reasons to crank the soundtrack into 'Maximum 80's Cheesy Goodness' (factor 10), open a can of high-heeled chop-socky and drench the result with one-liners, bright technicolour and immaculate make-overs.

The girls are back in town, and this time they have to overcome the evil plans of someone very close to home to save the innocent whilst squeezing into as many disguises as humanly possible in just over 100 minutes.

Better get the plot out of the way first. There are these two titanium rings that, when put together into a reading machine provide a complete list of everyone in government witness protection programs. They've been stolen, and are going to be sold to the highest bidder in the criminal underworld. Obviously this is not a good idea, especially since Drew's old boyfriend is out of jail, and out for revenge on the person whose testimony put him there- the lovely Angel herself. That's about it. Don't worry about it too much, though; the filmmakers haven't. Like the first film, this is really a series of gloriously loud set-pieces and dare-devil escapades set to a funky soundtrack and populated by beautiful people.

The girls must foil the plans, retreive the rings and dodge bullets, fists and bad hair days. It's not easy juggling family, work and boyfriends.

Possibly one of the most air-headed of the films this season, this is one of most fun- heck, this might well be the *most* fun film. It's girl-power with killer mascara; you'd have to be a really stone-hearted swine not to have a laugh with this flick. So get yer butt down here and lighten up!

And I did all that without even once mentioning Demi and Ashton. Nope, not gonna sink to low gossip-mongering here. (It's what the office is for!)