Although the film's title suggests there might be some deeply relevant British national allegory in the film, post-colonialist comedy fans shouldn't get their hopes up. The plot of Johnny English, such as it is, goes something like this: The title character, a bumbling junior-level spy (Rowan Atkinson) is suddenly thrust into active duty when every other agent in the British Secret Service is blown to smithereens during a bombing at a fellow agent's funeral. When the Crown Jewels are stolen, it's up to English to discover the culprit, and in the process he unearths a plot to replace the Queen of England with a French entrepreneur who has some pretty nasty real estate development plans for Merry Olde Blighty. It's a sorry excuse for a story, sure, but such paltry fare as plot, character development and dialogue don't matter much when you connect the bits with U.K. fave Atkinson hamming it up in his trademark blundering way. And he really is funny in this movie--maybe not pee-your-pants funny, but certainly hoot-out-loud funny. As with any spy spoof, some of the shtick works and some doesn't, but on the whole Atkinson and Co. do a good job in spite of the contrived script and pithy lines writers Neal Purvis, Robert Wade and William Davies have pieced together for them.