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Last night, I finally met Jem and Armina (and as a bonus Jem’s sister whose name I didn’t quite catch). We had some drinks and went to see a movie; they picked xXx (aka Triple-X – I don’t even want to know what kind of people will hit this review from Goggle et al – get over it, folks, this ain’t a naughty movie.)

Triple-X is about an extreme sports guy who does criminal stunts for fun and sometimes for a message. He’s supposed to be some kind of superman, strong, smart, etc. Kind of like James Bond with tattoos, more muscles and an attitude. And needless to say like James Bond this guy gets recruited by the secret service, outfitted with all kinds of gadgets and sent to spy out some terrorist group.

Let’s get this straight, the movie lives from the action sequences, and the writers and director did their best to overdo those sequences pretty much as much as they could. Some of them still fall into the “cool” category, but I found myself to laugh out at several of the scenes in disbelief. It was a little too much, and the movie suffers from it.

There are really not many original ideas in the movie, and the plot is, well, about as imaginative as a package of toast bread. Since this movie does not live off of its surprises, I think I can give it away: The villains want to destroy the world by taking out several cities with poison gas. D’oth. I had expected the fashionable biological weapons option, but that wouldn’t have allowed the finale to work the way it did (I am not going to tell THAT). And whatever happened to good old nuclear weapons?

Let’s get this straight, I didn’t get bored with the movie. I didn’t have to endure torture to watch it, but at the same time Triple-X is no James Bond. The whole movie feels unimaginative, wooden. They are trying too hard to be cool, and they fail to achieve the goal. Basically this was The Rock with some James Bond gadgetry, extreme sports and a lot of product placement thrown in.

Would I recommend this movie? Not really, but if you do see it for whatever reason (it’s the only thing on, or someone else picks for you), then if you lean back and enjoy the ride, it’s kinda fun in an odd, twisted way.

Last but not least let me drop a few words about the Turm Palast cinema. It seems to be a cinema here in Frankfurt that specializes in English versions of movies. Well, we watched it in theater #5. I think I never have seen a cinema that was this small. I know people whose living rooms are bigger. You could probably achieve the same “cinema” atmosphere with a video projector and big loudspeakers. THX? Dolby Surround? Gotta be kidding. There are some bigger theaters in this cinema, but let’s face it, Frankfurt, for all it’s internationalism, is a provincial town.

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