I couldn't get further than 15 minutes into it. The helicopter bit. It pushed the ludicrous factor beyond my festive tolerance.
Bikini-clad multilingual babe as top operative? Check! Hunky subordinate (naturally...) male colleague in beach shorts? Yup. Bad guys with stubble and foreign accents? Present and correct. Like a teenager's furtive fantasy. A foxy agent even comments appreciatively on one guy's "abs", mid-mission. We are not just ogling the talented bikini girl. No. This team has skills
and sass.
(I suspect I have just sold it to some
)