xXx

A threat to the Bond franchise? Not a threat so much as a salute. I don't want James Bond to turn crude and muscular on me; I like the suave style. But I like Xander, too, especially since he seems to have studied Bond so very carefully.

Brash, chaotic and jostlingly entertaining.

A brawny commercial attraction strategically tapping into the auds for extreme sports, spy pix, thrill rides, popcorn actioners and anyone looking to see Diesel kick butt, blow stuff up and/or take his shirt off.

Can I admit XXX is as deep as a Petri dish and as well-characterized as a telephone book but still say it was a guilty pleasure? Because I have to confess, when special agent Xander Cage tossed two detonators onto a mountainside and outran the ensuing avalanche on a snowboard, I was digging the action.

Action fans will watch their adrenaline levels redline, and those not at ease with this climax-after-climax style will white knuckle their way through to the end.

All you get here for paid admission is a long and terrific avalanche scene -- state of the art, no question. Then it's over and ready to melt away, much like memories of this movie.

The infuriating thing about XXX isn't that it delivers thrills and spills to moviegoers who don't know any better, but that its Hollywood hype reinforces the notion that brain-dead entertainment is what movies are all about.

Action fans rejoice, xXx re-engineers Bond for a savvier, more cynical generation. A new hero for a new movie experience without the more dated cliché’s of the 007 empire. Trust me, you’ve never seen stunts like this. Vin Diesel is legit, a titan among ass kickers. Give him his due.

[SPOILER ALERT: This review contains spoilers.]

An average film with some silly stunts. It’s very dated now and most of the acting is poor. The action is there to keep it rolling along, but the story is very basic. 5/10 is generous. I’d only watch again if I was very bored and there was nothing else!

"xXx" ?!... mais qu'est-ce que c'est que ce titre à la mords-moi-le noeud ? un film de boules ? ah non, quand même pas ! il s'agit simplement de Monsieur Merdafioul au crâne de piaf, social justice warrior de son triste état, qui se retrouve catapulté agent secret stagiaire à l'insu de son plein gré... "Triple X" donc est un pur navet au scénario écrit dans une pochette-surprise (dans un Kinder très probablement) avec notre guignol aux gros bras qui va sauver le monde en compagnie de la charmante Asia Argento. Un navet triple Z certes mais avec le fric d'un triple A et quelques belles cascades... les nombreuses explosions et fusillades peuvent aussi en témoigner. La mise en scène de Rob Cohen est tout-à-fait présentable et en plus, on voit du pays, on fait du tourisme à Prague et on peut rigoler de temps à autre à cette espèce de "comédie" surmenée de bêtise presque aussi stupide que les plus mauvais James Bond (et ils sont légion à dire vrai). Hélas, même en laissant sa cervelle au vestiaire, on s'ennuie déjà à la moitié : on est très ennuyé et consterné par le ridicule généralisé des situations et de leurs poncifs poncés jusqu'à la corde ; on est ennuyé puis énervé par Monsieur Mazout lui-même (et son manteau tout aussi ridicule !) qui nous les brise sévère avec sa "cool attitude". ça doit être son charisme d'andouille avariée qui fait ça. En hommage à Monsieur Triple, je lui accorde donc finalement une note triple : 3x1 = 3.

Im giving this movie as much as 3/10 only because I enjoyed mediocre performance of Vin Diesel and I believe that some movies serve as parody of real action productions. I didn't feel any bond forming with any character, just a hollow acting and cliches even for 2002. Even being slightly tipsy couldn't make me enjoy this movie and I am not hard to amuse. All scenes and their purpose were enigma to me till the very end. Stereotypical "badass" main hero and a woman he meets later that fall in love with each other throughout the movie. Even more stereotypical bad guy. In conclusion I do not recommend watching this, unless you have the lowest of standards and time to waste.