If you've seen the first film, it's safe to say you'll know exactly what's in store for you the second time round.

Director McG, aka Joseph McGinty Nichol, sticks to his guns here and employs an almost identical formula to the one that made Charlie's Angels a bit of a hit.

The girls are, if anything, even sillier this time but they're clearly having a lot of fun, which rubs off well on the audience. The costumes and dance sequences make a welcome return and the action is, once again, stunning.

The director has obviously taken a lot of time and care over the spectacular set pieces but this could be how he forgot about the plot, which is, at best, flimsy.

And I couldn't help thinking that it'd gone a bit 'Bond 2000' on us, especially when the Angels plunge from the sky only to crash-land onto a falling helicopter and make a miraculous escape.

Like Bond, the Angels seem to have become invincible. OK, so it wouldn't be Charlie's Angels if one of them died but that doesn't atone for the way they take such punishment without receiving much more than a scratch.

If that's your bag, then you'll find a lot to enjoy in Full Throttle, which has its foot pressed hard against the accelerator from start to finish.

Perhaps I should just accept that, much in the same way you know Bond will never pop his clogs no matter how ingenious or over-elaborate his captor's plan to kill him, the Angels are here to stay.

Dominic Bloch