Aesthetically, Remo Williams resembles a handsomely-budgeted eighties action show. While that isn't necessarily a bad thing (you half expect to see that freeze-frame executive producer credits at the end), the stilted stop and start nature of the narrative, combined with the thoroughly uninvolving, poorly-defined villains, does little to transcend that small-screen feel. It lacks the verve of either Indiana Jones or Bond (the closest comparison in that era), and the main character's sudden upheaval and new life as a patriotic US assassin is never really addressed in a thoughtful or interesting way. That's not to say that it's a complete wash-out. The film comes to vivid life during Remo's ridiculous yet hugely entertaining training sequences, and there are flashes of inventiveness and personality elsewhere. It's just a shame that more often than not, the film feels like a stunt performance showreel - complete with distracting pre-CG concealing wire work - with not enough investment in character or pacing.