A typical story line for a movie is two guys fighting over one girl, and her struggle of whom to choose. They’ve done it with regular guys and with vampires and werewolves–why not with spies?
This Means War is about two spies masquerading as a travel agent and a steamboat captain who become “grounded” because of making a serious mistake on an undercover mission. On their down time, they look for girls.
Tom Hardy, the British one with big lips, has a son and an ex-wife. He meets Reese Witherspoon through a dating website. She likes him because he’s nice, cute and funny. For some reason, his down side is that he’s British. I have no idea where she got the idea that that’s a bad thing–if you’re a guy with an accent, I might possibly worship you.
Chris Pine is the bad boy type who’s constantly getting the girl. While he is extremely attractive, his arrogance is a real turn off. *spoiler alert*
From the moment him and Witherspoon met, I knew that she was going to learn to control his bad ways and that they were going to fall in love. I hated that predictable ending and hoped desperately that she was going to make the right choice and go with Mr. Duck Lips, but alas! It was not to be.
Oh, and there’s a spy storyline, too. Throughout the whole movie, there’s this creep who’s looking to kill them both. The intense build-up leading to their face off prompts you to expect an epic spy battle. It’s a slight disappointment when they just blow up a few cars and the villain falls off of a broken freeway bridge.
In all my 15 years on this planet, I have never actually seen one of these road bridge things under construction in such a way that all they have stopping you from falling to your doom is three orange triangles hidden around a sharp curve. They just seem to pop up when the directors are paying more money on the good-looking actors than the actual set for the movie.
I loved it.
Besides the terrible ending, which was made not so terrible when Hardy remarried his ex-wife, I really enjoyed it. It was funny, cute, and had spies. What’s not to like?
