Kingsman sequel short of the mark
IN 2014, Kingsman: The Secret Service struck a rich vein of guilty-pleasure gold.
Almost $600 million of tickets were sold worldwide on the back of giving audiences, something they had never seen before.
The novelty value of watching the previously posh Colin Firth drop his prim and proper act to crazily bash up (and carve up and shoot up) bad dudes just never seemed to wear off.
Unfortunately, that addictively incongruous vibe is nowhere to be felt in the sequel Kingsman: The Golden Circle, reducing it swiftly to the ranks of action movie also-rans.
For reasons known only to director Matthew Vaughn, the movie is clearly carrying too much flab, continually gorging itself on empty-calorie filler to the tune of 140 long minutes of running time.
In fact, it is not until just after the one-hour mark has passed that Firth is properly suited up again in the role of Harry: that suavely savage Savile Row spy.
Why the delay, you ask? Put it down to a chronic case of amnesia, which Harry contracted when he
was shot in the head (and presumed dead) at the end of the last movie.
While we wait for The Golden Circle to put Harry back into the fray – this time on American soil – all well-dressed, badly-behaved duties are handled by his rookie running mate Eggsy (Taron Egerton).
Egerton is at a complete loss as to how to freshen things up.
And you can’t exactly feel sorry for him when he’s occupying screen time that could have been better used by the three Oscar winners in the support cast.
The production does have its moments when it comes to creatively choreographing extended instances of wide-screen.
YOUNG SPY: Taron Egerton in a scene from the movie Kingsman: The Golden Circle.