Review: 'London Has Fallen,' a ludicrous sequel on steroids

The sequel to Antoine Fuqua's big, dumb and kind of fun "Olympus Has Fallen," is bigger, dumber, jaw-droppingly shameless and also kind of a riot.

[...] as is want for the unluckiest administration in history, there's a large-scale, hyper-coordinated attack in the moments before the funeral as the terrorists pick off world leaders in various comical locations around the city.

The French PM is on a luxury motor boat with champagne, the Japanese PM is stuck in traffic on a bridge, and the older Italian PM is up on the rooftop of Westminster Abbey with his young girlfriend because "you only turn 30 once."

All that's missing was a montage of them trying on some civilian clothes so that they aren't running around the desolate streets in their "hey, I'm the president and his protector three-piece navy suits."

The lines are big, the jokes are dumb, the through-the-temple shots and ensuing blood splatter gratuitous, the logic infuriating, and the gunfire relentless.

The terrorists, by the way, are led by a powerful international arms dealer (Alon Moni Aboutboul) who is out for vengeance after a drone strike targeting him ended up killing his daughter at her wedding.

London Has Fallen," a Gramercy Pictures release, is rated R by the Motion Picture Association of America for "strong violence and language throughout.