Charlie's Angels

Though undeniably flawed, the movie...remains a surprisingly fun watch.

Edgy girl power fun. You go, girls!

This is nothing but trailer moments. Ex-pop video director McG couldn't organise a pillow fight in a bedding factory.

Charlie's Angels is like a Hong Kong flick but without the bogus spirituality and excruciating schlock-pop ballads.

A speedy, ask-no-questions pop contrivance that, as long as it keeps sparkling and whirling, continually amuses.

The cast members seem to be having a high old time, and with sharper dialogue, an even higher time might have been had by all.

Low-concept, high-octane fun is the order of the day here, and the goods are delivered in full with a forceful frivolity that is irresistible in every sense of the word.

You may consider this the loosened collar or tightened noose on lightweight American action. But the film remains a kitschy, kick-butt confection that embraces the utter disposability of its severe necklines, sheer pantylines and silly plotlines.

Barrymore is the best of the three here but the group has great chemistry and they work well as a cohesive unit.

It's a hollow package that dumbs down wherever possible.