Adventure is an attitude.
Running Time: 100 minutes
UK Certificate: PG
Country: United States
Barely a year after first underwhelming us in Agent Cody Banks, the lollipop-shaped Frankie Muniz returns for this embarrassingly-hurried quick-before-he-gets-facial-hair sequel. At this time last year I was criticising the original for its utter dearth of well originality. But if you thought that film was a pile of heaving guff, you aint seen nothing yet. Gone is Angie Harmon, gone are the semi-competent action sequences, and gone is the whole point of the first films premise (i.e. that Codys a kiddy-wink whos got to juggle being a top CIA spy with keeping it a secret from his parents and getting his homework in on time). Even Hilary Duff is missed and that can never be a good thing. Ever. This time, the sleep-inducing plotline drags young Agent Banks and his horrendously over-sized head across to London, where for some reason or other hes to go undercover at a school for musical geniuses (well, I say undercover, but so lazy is the writing that he doesnt even bother using a false name). Baddie Keith Allen runs around in the background exercising a God-awful half-Cockney half-American accent, Anthony Anderson does his requisite funny fat black guy bit as Codys handler, and Hannah S Club Spearritt does her best to little avail as a lukewarm love interest. In all honesty, all copies of this film should be thrown a-top a great big bonfire and burned beyond all possible usage. It offers nothing to cinema, nothing to popular culture, and nothing to its audience. Its sole purpose is to cash in on the middle-ranking success of an original venture that really wasnt any good in the first place. It doesnt entertain and, much worse, it doesnt care which is why, people, I implore you not to take even your worst enemy to see it over the school holidays, let alone your precious, precious children.
It's Got: No redeeming features.
It Needs: See bonfire comment, above.
Also known as Big Steaming Pile of ****.