From Paris with Love: Oo la yech!

Let's say you're a suicide bomber. A female suicide bomber. And let's say you have the perfect disguise to get you into an important international conference wearing your trusty blow-it-up vest. What kind of footwear would you wear to melt into the crowd? A. Sneakers. B. Sensible flats. C. Spindly stilettos. If you chose C, you might enjoy "From Paris with Love," a movie that makes as much sense as accessorizing a burqa with limousine shoes.
You might also want to see this nonsensical flick if you're an obsessed John Travolta fan. (Hey, nothing wrong with that.) Or a Jonathan Rhys Myers junkie. (He's pretty cool, too.) Though both stink like fetid foie gras in this buddy movie that's supposed to be a takeoff of James Bond's "From Russian with Love." Operative words: "supposed to be."
"From Paris with Love" is the exception to one of the Movie Slut's most revered rules: Never miss a flick with Paris in the title.
If you decide to skip this mess of a movie, she suggests renting one of these: "Paris After Dark," 1943; "American in Paris," 1951; "Paris Blues," 1961; "Paris — when it sizzles," 1964; "Paris, Texas," 1984; "Paris is Burning," 1990; "Paris,je t'aime," 2006."
A bientot.