If Travolta wants to compete with Bruce Willis, I can think of better ways than shaving his head. He probably thought growing a ridiculous goatee would give him that extra edge. In case you were wondering, It doesn't.

This movie is full on camp. Travolta walks around this movie like a giant Looney Toons cartoon character. Half the time I expect him to pull out an ACME suitcase and strap rocket-skates to his feet.

Saying all these things would make you think that this is a fun movie. The complete shit script puts an end to the fun right away and drags it down for the entire 93 minutes.

BTW If your name is not Jean-Pierre Jeunet or Luc Besson and your French, you should not be directing movies. Instead, go be a tour guide at the Eiffel Tower or sell baguettes on the street.