Bad Company is still slightly better than Gone in Sixty Seconds, but the point is, producer Jerry Bruckheimer is churning out crap at an alarmingly fast rate. And with Kangaroo Jack out, he's not slowing down this trend whatsoever (2001's Black Hawk Down proved to be a fluke on his part). The man truly doesn't know a good script when he sees one, and the odd part is, he typically hires decent directors and to helm these pictures, which typically follow a specific formula. You got your heroes on one side, the despicable villains on the other, a countdown clock, and lots of stuff getting shot up real good.
Bruckheimer also knows how to draw in A-list actors. Anthony Hopkins is in this film. Anthony Hopkins! And he's paired with Chris Rock, who plays twins here, though the more refined, cultured one is killed off early on, and the plot has to do with the more street-wise half having to pose as his CIA sibling to make a transaction involving a nuclear bomb go smoothly. Hopkins plays his trainer, so you can see the filmmakers were opting for a mismatched buddy picture.
But the point is, there's very little about this movie worth mentioning. The premise is silly, but good action movies can be made from a lack of strong plot, right? Last year there was the wonderfully entertaining The Transporter. But no, Bad Company fails from the start because it brings nothing new to the proceedings. Everything is bland and predictable, all the way down to the perfunctory shootouts. The only bright spot is an energetic car chase, but even that is marred by Rock's awful one-liners and Hopkins' unconvincing bid as an action hero.
Hopkins and Rock display little to no chemistry. I cannot remember laughing once during the entire film, nor do I recall anything in the way of thrills, excitement, or fun. Jerry Bruckheimer won't be remembered as cinema's worst producer (Dino De Laurentiis, Yoram Globus and Menahem Golan have done much worse), but when people speak his name years from now, it probably won't be out of fondness.