Think Charlie’s Angels facing their sunset years. Far more deadly and ruthless than Farah Fawcett and her pals though, and there is four of them. And to celebrate their retirement, the Museum (their employer) is sending them on an all-expenses paid cruise. Hmmm. Doesn’t really seem like the sort of thing an assassin agency would do.
And of course it’s not. The crew seems oddly muscular, and Kevin can’t be trusted in the least. Especially since Billie recognizes him as a fellow agent actually named Brad. And they have already set sail. Oh and there’s a bomb set on a timer, and conveniently just not enough lifeboats to go around. Time to nick one first, and head across the open seas, just ahead of the explosion. After that, it’s a matter of staying ahead of the boys. But it’s always better to be the hunters than the prey, so the ladies resolve to take out the Museum’s management.
Part of the fun here, of course, is that the ladies are horrendously underrated, a product of both their sex and age. Not everything still works the way it did, and there is occasionally the loss of lethal focus, but as David Marmet once famously said, “Age and treachery will always beat youth and skill.”
Warning: not for those who are easily squicked by the occasional quick but gory murder. These ladies did not last as long as they did without some formidable skills. Not just anyone choses jewelry strung on piano wire.
