The director piles on one expensive but impersonal action scene after another. full review
Now I know what XXX stands for:Xtremely Xcruciating Xperience.
Cohen ... loads the film with pow.
Essentially a dumb guy's day in Heaven.
Watching [Diesel] ... is a lot more fun than staying with the ever-feebler Pierce Brosnan in his decrepit adventures as MGM tries desperately to keep the creaking Bond franchise upright.
Rather than 'a new breed of secret agent,' the makers of XXX have created a dumber version of Rambo, and I have just one question: YYY? full review
Its scale and audacity, its brashness and vulgarity make it a pleasure from beginning to end -- or a guilty pleasure for those prone to guilt. full review
Diesel makes poor Pierce Brosnan, the current James Bond, seem not only middle-aged (which, of course, he is) but also fussy, effete and sadly out-of-date. full review
It's hard to tell with all the crashing and banging where the salesmanship ends and the movie begins. full review
For all its alleged youthful fire, XXX is no less subservient to Bond's tired formula of guns, girls and gadgets while brandishing a new action hero. full review
The pretensions -- and disposable story -- sink the movie. And Diesel isn't the actor to save it. full review
The racially ambiguous Diesel cuts a fine action figure. He has the glacial swagger left over from his bouncer days and looks as if he's been bench-pressing Sylvester Stallone since he was 12. full review
Unfortunately, its efforts to pander to this pubescent demographic are often laughable.
Every defiantly over-the-top action scene -- from high-stakes car chases to fearsome drug busts -- seizes your adrenal gland and milks it like an epileptic farmer. full review
In its own punk way, XXX is as good as a good Bond movie, and that's saying something. full review
In XXX, Diesel is that rare creature -- an action hero with table manners, and one who proves that elegance is more than tattoo deep. full review