And he does it again here with his character 'Charlie Wax', who isn't really a bad guy - but he's a foul-mouthed, sharp-tongued, charming, coke-snorting, killing machine special ops good guy - who just happens to have a first-time handler - Jonathan Rhys-Meyer. The plot was fairly predictable, but it was Travolta's presence and relentless Wax that kept you engaged for a pretty quick ride. What I loved was that we were rooting for him the whole time, and could feel good about it because he was one of the 'good guys'.
Like I said, everything else was fairly derivative - even the climax... actually, especially the climax. And the 'delegation' seemed like a throw-away, particularly for an AIDS summit. But it didn't matter, because no one will remember what this movie was about anyway. They'll just remember Travolta's performance.