xXx: Return of Xander Cage
The last forty minutes of the movie do come together in a pretty diverting way.
"Give me churches," the man from Atlanta says. Little symbols appear on the computer screen. "Schools." More symbols. "Taverns." Lots more symbols.
"You see," the man said, "I knew there had to be people there."
The reason for his confusion is very simple. He is a troubleshooter from Coca-Cola headquarters in Atlanta, and he is looking at the statistics for a district in Australia where absolutely no Coca-Cola is consumed. Not one drop. He has been sent all the way from America to find out why.
That's the opening dilemma of Dusan Makavejev's "The Coca-Cola Kid," an oddball comedy that is particularly well-timed to coincide with the current Coke marketing circus.