Time Out says
Despite a decidedly wayward accent, Brosnan’s irreverent charm makes this a welcome alternative to Bond nonsense, even if it’s insufficient to compensate for dreary Kinnear, the less than dazzling Davis, and the movie’s moral ‘stance’ (if such hollow posturing merits that term); somehow the film contrives to be at once offensively callous about murder victims and ludicrously timid in its desperation to retain sympathy for the three leads. This have-your-cake-and-eat-it attitude extends to a bullfight, Julian’s preference for ‘margaritas and cock’, and virtually everything else. The film’s fast, has some neat lines (‘I look like a Bangkok hooker on a Sunday morning after the navy left town’), but its outrageousness is facile; as black comedy it’s not so much subversive as frustratingly evasive.
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