Since Hollywood never really could stake out its territory in the super-spy game, it's decided that it's time to play a different hand. And so at the end of Agent Cody Banks, you have the mandatory Hail America requiem that tails every Hollywood save-the-world flick, but being recited by a 15-something who can do all that Her Majesty's secret servant can do at 45.
Yes, America doesn't need a James Bond to toast the bad guys - a CIA-boned-up 15-year-old will do. And whether you can abide him depends on which side of the adolescence divide you are on. Anyway, Cody Banks (Frankie M....