Really hate to say this, as I thoroughly enjoy the 'earthy-with-an-edge' Samuel L Jackson, the 'make-me-late-for-work' sexy, easy-going demeanor of Ryan Reynolds, the incredibly talented and underrated Morgan Freeman, and the lovely, seductive but unabashed Salma Hayek, but this sequel doesn't even achieve relying on the first film's success; it flounders solely alone without any outward blame. While the first pairing of Jackson and Reynolds held a good plot line throughout, it seems the only plot to Hitman's Wife's Bodyguard was seeing how many times and in how many ways Salma Hayek's character could shout or scream the 'F' bomb. I'm no prude where it comes to language in film or real life, but when it's used just to have uttered the word, without any basis, then it's nothing but childish titters over saying something 'naughty' while the parents are out of earshot. I got over that before I was 8 years old. Too bad; I really had high hopes of this flick being a chance to delve even further into the hilarity of the first go-round.