Ghosted

Watching Ghosted feels less like a traditional Western studio picture and more like stumbling into a big-budget Indian masala blockbuster that happens to feature Hollywood A-listers. From start to finish, it operates on that unmistakable Bollywood wavelength where a whirlwind romance, over-the-top action, exotic global locations, an absurd espionage plot, and a relentless mix of comedy and melodrama coexist without an ounce of shame.

The premise flips the classic damsel-in-distress trope: Chris Evans plays a needy farmer who tracks his date to London, only to discover that Ana de Armas is a lethal CIA operative caught in an international conspiracy. Critics have rightly pointed out that the script feels engineered by a streaming algorithm, complete with artificial green screens and a parade of Marvel cameos. Yet judging this by the standards of grounded cinema misses the point.

Treating logic and physics as optional inconveniences, the film runs on sheer momentum and the charm of its leads, with Evans happily playing a whiny golden retriever of a man opposite a effortlessly convincing de Armas. Predictable, loud, and thoroughly ridiculous, it has zero ambition to be remembered, making it a light, fast-paced, and pleasant way to kill two hours.