So useless is this spy sendup that it's unnecessary to rehash how the kitschy iconography of James Bond movies is beyond parody (the same thing could be said about James Bond spoofs, for that matter). Rowan Atkinson's bumbler is recalled from exile in Asia to crack a plot to kill the Chinese premier. Director Oliver Parker adapted Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde for film. Here, aside from a semi-watchable set piece or two, he foists a steady series of groin kicks, animal gags and reaction shots. Frankly, an actor's presence in this utterly unfunny rubbish is a sign of their shaky career status—I'm looking at you, Gillian Anderson. The ineptness is expected ... what's surprising is the low-grade xenophobia that periodically rears its nasty head: a female Asian assassin masquerades as a cleaning lady (the sound of a vacuum cleaner precedes her recurring entrée) while Johnny brands Tucker, an African immigrant and the spy's new sidekick, as "someone to carry my bags" the first time they meet.