Right off the bat, first time director McG begins with a mock montage of classic Charlie's Angels episodes, setting the stage for an outrageously over-the-top "spoof" of sorts, part Bond flick, part Cover Girl commercial, and part homage to the wonderfully shallow legacy that is Charlie's Angels. McG, whose filmmaking background lies in music videos, is smart enough to not take his film too seriously, whether it's the 80-plus whip-around slow-mo hair shots, or the blatantly ganked-from-The Matrix fight sequences.

      Mysteriously, I can't remember anything from the plotline other than it has something to do with satellites and a dude named Charlie. No matter. It's really of little consequence to the film. If you're planning on watching it, you're going because you want to see three hot chicks shaking booty and kicking ass. And there's plenty of both to go around.

      Lucy Liu, Drew Barrymore and Cameron Diaz are all drool cup worthy, but it's really Diaz who steals the show. She's got the Angels shtick down packed, whether she's batting her eyes flirtatiously at the UPS delivery guy, shakin' it on Soul Train or doing 360 spin kicks. She's the mirror representation of the entire film; fun, spunky, and delightfully shallow.

      Inevitably, people will always question films likes this, exposing their lack of depth, questioning their silliness and value. But you know what? For every American Beauty, it's nice to have a Charlie's Angels out there. A film that understands you can still entertain a crowd even if you're all looks and nothing under the hood.

Stephen Wong, 2000