Bobby’s back where he belongs. Michelle has returned from the day nursery. Tommy Lee never went away.
And then there are the kids - Dianna Agron from Glee and John D’Leo from New Jersey.
Great cast. What to do with them?
De Niro is best known for his gangster roles. Actually he’s known for a whole lot more, but public perception puts him with the Mob.
Pfeiffer retired from acting for a while to have babies. She can be Mom. Agron is the bitchy cheerleader from Glee, so let’s use her feisty beauty to pulverise French people.
D’Leo may be unknown, but that won’t last long. He’s like a teenage Mickey Rooney, with potential oozing out of every pore.
This is the Mazoni family. Dad was a Mafia don who spilled his guts in exchange for a place on the witness protection programme.
Naturally, elements of the Italian American community are hard on his heels. Revenge is not reserved solely for macho Sicilian murderers; it’s universal.
After numerous moves, the family ends up in a small Normandy town. Their new name is Blake and Dad, now Fred, announces that he is a writer of historical non-fiction, of which he knows nothing.
Their minders are three bored rigid FBI agents, led by a granite-faced T. L. Jones. What could possibly go wrong?
For starters, Fred wipes out anyone who displeases him, from corrupt industrialists to useless plumbers.
The kids are bullied at school and so retaliate in kind. Mom looks pretty and appears to be oblivious of the mayhem all around.
What might have been a fun idea, like We’re The Millers was, turns nasty, predictable and misjudged.
Once the heavy mob arrive from the States in their armoured cars and black overcoats, writer/director Luc Besson does what he likes to do best, blows the place to smithereens.
Such a waste.