If you're even reading the review of this film, you need serious help. It
sounded so promising on paper – Fiennes, his star riding high after The
English Patient, as the perfect gentleman; Thurman, brains and beauty
giving her M Appeal; Connery turning his Scottish Nationalism to
villainous use; the genius of giving Izzard a non-speaking role. But
The Avengers demonstrates that films aren't made on paper, they're
made on screen, and this one makes an ass of itself from start to finish.
Specifically Fiennes' ass, on show at the start of the movie: flabby,
unattractive, unnecessary and utterly English. A disaster movie.
