Richard Stevens: I'm not your driver. I'm your partner.
FBI agent Charlie Wax: Yeah, you're the chess player. I read your file.
Richard Stevens: You play?
FBI agent Charlie Wax: Do I look like I play board games?
FBI agent Charlie Wax: Do I look like I play board games?
From director Luc Besson, we are presented with a sassy, bang bang, testosterone filled romp through Paris; a love story of a different sort. Meet Richard Stevens (Jonathan Rhys Meyers) who lives and works in Paris as an aid to the US Ambassador. But when he grows up, he wants to be a special agent; a secret special black-ops agent. He has been given mysterious assignments little by little and he follows orders like a good soldier without asking too many questions. Them like Sidney Poitier at a dinner party, agent Charlie Wax (John Travolta) drops by. Wax is everything that Stevens is not and then some. Right off the bat he is one tough motherfucker. I use that term because that is his favorite word and comes out of his mouth at a high rate of speed. He, in his bald glory, is about as bad ass as they come.
