Spy 3

Jude Law, beautiful Jude. It is related in magazines that Jude Law was too beautiful to be true when he was born. I personally have never seen an unbeautiful baby. If it is a Tolstoyian truism that all happy families are the same, it is also true that all babies are beautiful.

Jude Law has taken some risky roles. He played the lover of Oscar Wilde with a sick, aristocratic curve. Somehow, those who are near geniuses get the idea that they inspire genius. He looked pale, sickly not with love but with envy. His face turns veritable Shrek green at times. I do not much like sick roles. James Caan, in misery, is an exception. Whether it is the sick woman in love or sick psychopath on the run, these characters leave me indifferent. But the sick hate and envy of Jude Law is something to watch. He breathes the sickness as if he were a heroin acting.

Another sick role that he has taken is the role of Anna's Karenina's husband. I cannot tell, but is Jude Law bald? Is he Prince Charles bald or Charles Barkley bald? Anyway, in Anna Karenina, he looked positively sad. Like Eugene Onegin, he refuses to partake in the game of chivalry.

Good for us, we get happy-go-lucky Jude Law aka Bradley Fine. He is a cool, spotless spy with a dash of French and a spray of cologne. A device in his ear tells him where to go. There also seems to be a heat sensor device for human bodies inplanted everywhere which could cost the CIA lots of money. He shoots or destroys one person after another as in a video game. Until, he sneezes himself into killing the antagonist.

The antagonist has one daughter who looks like a French girl gone wild. Prim and proper seeming at first, she seems positively Asian at times, not being able to remember anyone's name. In one scene, she keeps on throwing out names as if she were shooting baskets, trying to get the ball in.