Largo Winch: Le prix de l'argent

Tomer Sisley is like that old bottle of wine you save for special occasions: it's aged, but it still stings the palate a bit. After twelve years of playing the corporate Yamakasi, the guy is still hanging in there-abs intact, ready to leap from a burning helicopter while delivering a one-liner. Props to him, especially since he does his own stunts, as if Bruce Wayne and Jean-Paul Belmondo got thrown into a sweaty blender.

Enter James Franco as the villain, but let's be honest: he's more "all-expenses-paid holiday in Burma" than "I'll haunt your nightmares." He hams it up like he's in an Austin Powers spoof, with zero subtlety. The result? A baddie who feels like a rejected Call of Duty DLC character. Honestly, even Wario would've brought more gravitas to the role.

The film starts strong, but the engine sputters quickly. A conspiracy here, a chase there, and suddenly Largo's become a mix of John McClane and a background extra from Fast & Furious. Everything feels recycled, chewed over, and spat out again. Plot twists? As predictable as the old "Oh no, he's dead-wait, never mind."

Sure, the action scenes are there. Things explode, people run and jump, but nothing that'll have you gripping your seat. Special mention to the airplane sequence, which looks so bad it could've been ripped from a PS2 cutscene. If Spielberg saw it, he'd demand an immediate refund. And those laughable CGI effects? They look like they came straight out of a summer intern project at The Asylum.

If you mix James Bond, Jason Bourne, and every 2000s action flick in a blender, you get this sequel: a deluge of clichés, an overhyped hero, and villains with all the credibility of a spam email. Even the dialogue feels microwaved. By the end, you start wondering if this isn't a parody that wandered off course.

Largo Winch: The Cost of Money is like a store-brand popsicle on a hot day: you know it's not great, but it's refreshing while it lasts. Tomer Sisley pulls his weight, but the movie is a lazy sequel, stuffed with shortcuts, that barely scrapes by as disposable entertainment. Watch it once, then forget it as soon as the credits roll.