Spies! Communism! Boobies!
BQB here with a review of “Red Sparrow.”
It’s every red-blooded, God-fearing American man’s worst nightmare – to hook up with a super hot chick only to discover that she’s a Russian spy.
Luckily, that’s never happened to me. I’m so ugly that if a woman comes onto me, I automatically assume she’s a foreign intelligence agent.
Joke’s on her. There’s no intelligence to be found here. :::rimshot:::
Jennifer Lawrence stars as Dominika, a ballerina whose career is cut short due to an injury, recruited to become a “sparrow” aka to receive training on how to gather intelligence by seducing men with the power of her vagina. What a heavy responsibility, to have to spy for your country with the power of your lady parts.
My main observation is that I doubt there would ever be a school to teach women how to lead men down a path of self-destruction, not because women aren’t into that but because they usually know how to do that naturally anyway. Sorry, bringing my own personal baggage into this review.
Going into it, I thought this would be a pretty standard spy flick, but it actually did catch my attention, and not just because you get to see J-Law’s hooters (possibly her butt though I’d wager it’s a stunt butt double). It’s refreshing to see boobs in a movie. You so rarely get to see them anymore.
I don’t want to give away too much of the plot. Suffice to say, her first assignment is to seduce American CIA operative Nick Nash (Joel Edgerton) and as the film progresses, Dominika starts playing both the Russians and Americans. At times, you begin to wonder which side she is on, has she chosen an allegiance, or is she just playing both sides off the other for personal gain?
Hard to say, but I like a movie that a) keeps you guessing and b) shows boobs.
STATUS: Come for the sweater puppets. Stay for the intrigue.