The jewel robbery in After The Sunset is a blink-and-miss affair, just an aside to the real story - the tale of Salma Hayek's pendulous boobs hammocked in the stringiest bikinis, unbelievably exotic shots of Malibu, and pegs upon intoxicating pegs of the good life.
There are cocktails in all shades of the spectrum, groovy Carribean beats, desolate moontlit seas, and lap-dancers. That's After The Sunset for you, a travel brochure for a paradisiacal holiday, and all that the hoary Brosnan and wantonly underdressed Hayek do, is model it for us with their ability to look at home sm....