Agent Cody Banks 2: Destination London has about the usual dose of sequelitis, meaning that most everything is a little worse than the original -- and sometimes, a lot worse. The one exception is the delightful choice to play Cody's love interest: charming Brit Hannah Spearritt, whose animated facial expressions and snappy line deliveries put her in a class above Hilary Duff from the original. Unfortunately, Cody's other primary cohort is where Destination London comes up well short of its predecessor, as Anthony Anderson makes a poor substitute for Angie Harmon as Cody's partner/handler. Anderson's particular brand of bumbling physical comedy is a good fit for many roles, but not the role of a CIA agent -- even a disgraced agent trying to make good. The fact that he's installed as a supposedly high-end chef in a snooty British academy -- but can't make it through a kitchen without knocking everything off the shelves and covering himself in flour -- suggests that this version of the CIA doesn't have much interest in keeping a low profile. Similarly unlikely is the decision to place Cody in an academy for gifted musicians, when he only briefly toyed with an instrument as a child, and possesses a limited ability to think on his feet (when asked about his favorite composer, he hastily provides the name "Heinz" off a nearby ketchup bottle). Strains to credibility are not supposed to be deal-breakers in a movie about a teenage spy, but let's just say the strained credibility in the original Agent Cody Banks was offset by funny writing and a freshness to the enterprise in general. By contrast, Destination London feels as stale as a three-week-old crumpet.