Every year, many of us bemoan the lack of decent women’s roles in movies, but not so long ago, there was a brief renaissance of tough women who could kick
some serious tail, ranging from Buffy and Xena on TV to Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and Charlie’s Angels (both 2000) in theaters. And
while the former film hired legendary Hong Kong martial arts choreographer Yuen Woo-ping, Charlie’s Angels had his brother, Yuen Cheung-Yan in
charge of the action. It worked: this movie is pretty, slick, colorful, and fluid, the opposite of the rest of the shaky-cam stuff that passes for action.
It’s fun, too: Drew Barrymore (who also produced), Lucy Liu, and Cameron Diaz are the “angels,” who check in with their unseen boss, Charlie (voiced by
John Forsyth, reprising his role from the 1970s TV series upon which this is based).
The frenetic, no-holds-barred plot involves some stolen voice-tracking software, and a double-cross. Sam Rockwell and Crispin Glover are bad guys; the
latter has one of those canes that turn into a sword. Bill Murray provides extra laughs as Bosley, Matt LeBlanc and Luke Wilson are clueless boyfriends,
and LL Cool J plays himself. The soundtrack is like a demented mix tape, leaping over genres and decades. Weirdo co-star Tom Green (then romantically
involved with Barrymore) is the only real drawback here.