Killers (12A, general release)
lack of spark a killer
Romantic comedies involving gunplay and CIA assassins tend to be tiresome at the best of times, but next to this mess Mr and Mrs Smith looks like the bloody Philadelphia Story. In fact, so confident were the makers of Killers about its quality that they declined to show the film to critics before its American release and, about halfway through it, I was beginning to wish we'd been accorded the same discourtesy. Its problems stem mainly from its clumsy, lazy and incoherent script, but the film's cause is not helped by the total lack of chemistry between its stars.
Katherine Heigl plays a shy and klutzy young woman called Jen who's on holiday in Nice with her overprotective parents (Tom Selleck and Catherine O'Hara) when she meets a dashing and chivalrous young man called Spencer (Ashton Kutcher). Jen hasn't had the happiest of times romantically, and can't believe her luck. But what Jen doesn't know is that Spencer is a government-sponsored contract killer and, while he has tried to leave his violent past behind, it's about to catch up with him.
Killers mixes comedy and action scenes most uneasily, and director Robert Luketic seems more interested in car chases than witty repartee. Ashton Kutcher yet again proves comedy is not his thing, and Ms Heigl mainly lets her formidable breasts do the talking.