The lithe body of Halle Berry was fearlessly exploited in the latest James Bond flick in a nod back to the Sixties and Ursula Andress rising from the oceans in Dr No. It was a shame for Ms Berry is undoubtedly a very gifted actress, but she is almost certainly going to be better known for flashing her bits than spouting lines from Hamlet. Take the flash bang wallop fare of Swordfish, for instance.

Swordfish is one glamorous, glossy, modernistic little crime epic and has an awful lot going for it. It doesn't really need the dig it in your groin tricks which populate vast stretches of its landscape. However, as Gabriel tries to persuade the ace hacker Stan (Hugh Jackman) to climb on board with his evil schemes, it's a gun to the head and a sexy blonde prising her lips around Hughie's big end to test his abilities against the clock. Now where did that one come from?

Aye, let's not get too worked up and morally uptight because increasingly sex is an ever present thing in the modern day world of cinema - why even JRR Tolkien's sword and sorcery works get the misty eyed lust treatment with Strider double dealing with an elf and a human princess while Legolamb and Gimlet get it on in the pantry...

Jackman plays the endlessly bemused master hacker whom Travolta persuades to help him become very rich indeed, while Berry provides the sex interest and Jones seethes menacingly as only he can, although he was much better employed by Guy Ritchie in Lock Stock And Two Smoking Barrels and Snatch. The humour which ran richly through the veins of those epics is what the Yanks could do with healthy dose of - Swordfish is engrossed with its own earnest seriousness and fashion consciousness, you wouldn't dream of self deprecation on the streets of the States, now would you?

Hugh Jackman plays the role that Arnie Schwarzenegger used to have cornered completely. The loser divorcee who only cares about his estranged daughter and is prepared to wear a one man war against the entire universe. However, it's not bulging biceps which Hughie has going for him, even though he was pretty macho as Wolverine in X-Men, but bulging brain cells. He does so with a wonderfully smooth style which is eerily reminiscent of Clint Eastwood at his best, but not so much the Man With No Name, as the Man With No Modem. Truly, Jackman is set to be one of the stars of New Millennium Cinema, if he can just avoid falling prey to light comedy romance - he's made for violent action epics and playing square jawed enforcers of law and order.