If he's achieved nothing else with After The Sunset, helmer Brett Ratner has at least turned out something that'll salve the agony for anyone lamenting the demise of Baywatch. Assisted by a string of itsy-bitsy bikinis, Salma Hayek's cleavage is arguably more spectacular than the crystal-clear waters and toothpaste-white beaches of the Bahamas, where this was filmed - and doesn't Ratner know it. Certainly the blokes in the audience seemed to think so. To quote the whooping, hollering bozo behind Empire: "Man, she's hot!"
But Ratner is an equal-opportunities director, so Pierce Brosnan and Woody Harrelson also spend much of their time on screen with shirts off. And they make a rather nifty comedy duo, too, getting laughs with some predictable, but nonetheless enjoyable, set-ups: ending up in bed together (there's nowhere else for them to sleep, you understand), and landing a shark on a boozy fishing trip in one of the best scenes in the movie.
With its one-last-job storyline, After The Sunset dumps us in very familiar - albeit picturesque - territory. But the cast keep things snappy and sexy enough to stop you from caring.