As much as I looked forward to it, I have to say I was a little underwhelmed. Don't get me wrong, the stunts were great and the action was non-stop, but the execution of storyline could have used some work. From beginning to almost end, the movie was practically a dupe of The Matrix. A young man working at a dead-end job, stuck in a cubicle all day who has no sense of identity...c'mon. And then only to be rescued by a hot chick with a gun who, by the way, can kick serious ass. Oh, and let us not leave out the wise and all-knowing leader of the pack who reveals to our hero his true calling. If that doesn't have Neo, Trinity and Morpheus written all over it, I don't know what does. While Neo can dodge bullets, our Wesley can bend them around the corner. Close enough. Come on Hollywood, I know The Matrix was a hit, but let's move on.
If you don't care about the obvious carbon copy elements of the movie and are just in it for the excitement, you'll certainly get it.
You know what's funny? After the movie (and generally after every Angelina flick), my lips felt just little bit more plump than before I walked in. I think I've stopped puckering after two days.
Out of 5 poofy lips, I'd give it a 3. That's my rating and I'm sticking to it.