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CHARLIE'S ANGELS 2: FULL THROTTLE Grade: A- By Rachel Deahl Review Film Critic Click for the Official Site Amid a summer filled with Terminators and Hulks, who knew the most amazing special effect to emerge would be Demi Moore's six pack? Such is one of the many revelations unearthed by the infectiously fun, "Full Throttle." A wonderful pastiche of seventies and eighties pop culture, the follow-up to the goofy screen version of the titular TV series is a kitschy joy ride featuring an assortment of wonderful cameos, joyous dance numbers and acrobatic ass-kicking. With a new Bosley on board (a very funny Bernie Mac steps in for Bill Murray) and a new villain to conquer (Moore steps in for Sam Rockwell), the Angels are on a quest to save the witness protection program and one of its most important members. When two rings, which together unlock the names of all those in the protective custody of the FBI, are stolen from high government officials, the Angels learn that one of their own, Dylan Sanders (Drew Barrymore), was once Helen Zass. After all the rump jokes are played out, the Angels are put to work to recover the rings and save their former Helen from her bad to the bone ex-boyfriend, Irish Mafioso Seamus O'Grady (Justin Theroux). Donning a nasty grimace, a ripped torso and an array of body tattoos (a la Robert De Niro in "Cape Fear"), Seamus is out to avenge the woman who put him behind bars. Further up the food chain, fallen angel and astrologer extraordinaire Madison Lee (Moore) is pulling the strings of the multitude of thugs thrown into the Angels' path. Sent on a wild goose chase that brings them to Mongolia, the beaches of Cali, a no holds barred dirt bike race and a nunnery, the Angels have no shortage of costumes and shenanigans to unveil. From welders to surfers to strippers, the trio of female leads shows off their assets in every frame.
Ironically enough, with all the tender young flesh on display, it's the elder Moore who seems to get the most lavish screen treatment. From her Bo Derek entrance on the beach to her gold plated pistols, everything about Madison Lee is chillingly untouchable. In her brilliant return to the silver screen, Moore is slowly unveiled as her cloaked character decimates the enemy slowly and in secrecy. The effect works, as it's oddly relieving to see the former queen of Hollywood back where she belongs and in such mind-bogglingly taut physical shape. Whether it's endless sessions with the trainer, a rumored raw vegetable diet, digital enhancement, good old-fashioned plastic surgery or all of the above, one of most jaw-dropping visuals here is Moore's body. The breasts, butt and abs of Lucy Lui and Cameron Diaz finally get second billing to Demi's fatless form. (Sadly, Drew Barrymore seems like the chubby third wheel, forced to hover in the corner in oversized t-shirts and jeans.) But in the end, "Full Throttle" is about much more than Demi Moore's stomach. Diaz, Barrymore and Liu are a wonderful trio in a summer blockbuster that, thankfully, realizes saving the world and making big-budget entertainment are often equally laughable endeavors best enjoyed when they're self-effacing.
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