It just isn't summer unless there's a big, noisy (and highly implausible) Jerry Bruckheimer-produced film at the box office (see: Armageddon, Pearl Harbor). So, here's this year's: a tired spy flick, featuring the oddball buddy pairing of Chris Rock and Anthony Hopkins. The Hannibal man plays a CIA agent trying to prevent a portable nuclear bomb from reaching U.
S. soil, and Rock is the not so wise-crackin' street hustler who becomes necessary to the operation (because he just happens to be the long-lost twin of Hopkins' newly deceased partner). Hopkins barely checks in, and Rock's one or two funny lines feel like bits lifted from a stand-up act. Worse yet, any would-be thrills are just one rehashed action-movie gimmick after another. Bad Company, indeed.