Sunday, September 24, 2017

Kingsman: The Golden Circle – All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go


Kingsman: The Golden Circle marks the third collaboration between director Matthew Vaughn and comic book writer Mark Millar. The previous two, Kick-Ass and Kingsman: The Secret Service, were both ultraviolent action pieces that served as a simultaneous love letter/manic satire of the superhero and spy genre respectively, with a heavy dose of cynicism and misanthropy coated in pitch-black comedy. To give you a quick recap of the first Kingsman: Eggsy (Taron Egerton), a lower-class kid, is recruited by a secret spy organization who model themselves after the Knights of the Round Table and whose gadgets are all based on the attire of your typical British gentleman, just as they’re threatened by an insane environmentalist tech billionaire whose goal was to install chips in everyone’s brain that force them to kill each other so he can curb the Earth’s population and stop global warming. While the inventiveness and a few fantastic fight scenes (including the single greatest use of “Free Bird” in any movie ever) is what made it such a surprise hit, the story itself is your typical hero’s journey, with Eggsy’s arc being about his transition from a common bloke to a refined gentleman. With that chapter closed, the sequel is left with few options for where else to go.

Our story sees the Kingsmen facing off against Poppy (Julianne Moore), an eccentric drug lord whose sinister plot is to poison her own product and withholding the antidote so she can extort the world’s leaders into decriminalizing recreational drugs and receive credit as one of the world’s great businesswomen. (The running theme of villains in this franchise seems to be megalomaniacal moguls with surface-level good intentions and too much money whose schemes in theory involve killing millions to save billions.) With the help of a rejected Kingsmen recruit turned evil (Edward Holcroft), she destroys their headquarters and kills most of the Kingsmen, with the only survivors being Eggsy and tech wizard Merlin (Mark Strong). Their efforts to rebuild and strike back lead them to the Statesmen, a sister organization based in America who basically do the same thing as them except their gear is cowboy themed and their agents are named after liquor: Agents Tequila (Channing Tatum), Whiskey (Pedro Pascal), Ginger Ale (Halle Berry), and head honcho Champagne (Jeff Bridges). Also joining their ranks is Eggsy’s old mentor Harry Hart (Colin Firth), previously thought to be dead after being shot in the last movie, but was revived by the Statesmen’s super science with amnesia as an unfortunate side effect.

If you think that plot synopsis was too busy and bloated, then you just figured out one of this movie’s major problems. There are a ton of ideas being tossed around and the movie has a hard time keeping all those plates spinning. The sequel is all about taking the things that worked about the first one and doubling down on it. You liked the CGI enhanced long-take camera work from the hate church massacre? Here, have two more. You liked how the villain in the first was a parody of obnoxious American consumer culture? Have another. You thought the ending of the first of a first person shot of the main character performing a lewd sex act was way too gross and in poor taste? Boy, you ain’t seen nothing yet. It suffers from the same problem as sequels like Men in Black II or The Hangover Part II, but this isn’t nearly as egregious as those two in that degree.

It also lacks a sense of investment. Sure, Eggsy’s story in the first Kingsman was basically My Fair Lady but with more exploding heads, but it was a nice foundation to build the story around. Now that that arc is all but complete, there’s little incentive for anyone to really care about what’s going on. Plus, bringing Colin Firth back from the dead undermines Eggsy’s character development and one of the major emotional beats from the first film.

There are a few things about the film’s politics that might turns people off. The this and the first Kingsman take the antiquated model of the James Bond films, suave suits, outdated misogyny, and affinity for over-the-top violence in tow, and want to poke fun at it while wallowing in the same issues. It’s a perfect example of wanting to have your cake and eat it too. The movie’s gender politics may leave a bad taste in people’s mouths (but that kind of comes with the territory when you’re adapting a Mark Millar story). One of the most interesting female characters in the first film is unceremoniously killed off in the first 15 minutes, the subplot of Eggsy trying to balance work with his relationship to his new girlfriend, the Princess of Sweden (who ended the last movie by rewarding Eggsy with anal sex after saving the world) is easily the weakest part of the movie, Halle Berry’s character is woefully underwritten, and there is one particular scene of seduction that makes the aforementioned anal scene look G-rated in comparison.

Despite all the negatives, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have fun with this thing. Matthew Vaughn as a director is terrible at certain things, but spectacular with others. Namely his keen eye for casting and his excellent skills in directing action sequences. The fight scenes are all expertly coordinated, but will give viewers a case of déjà vu. Two of them use the same pan-in-pan-out camera technique, and there’s another that’s a virtual shot-for-shot remake of the bar brawl from the first movie, but the twist is that someone has to tap out so one of the Statesmen can step in and show off his electric lasso. Not wholly original, but still fun to watch.

Egerton, Strong and Firth slip back into their old roles as if they never left, and the Statesmen have character, even if most of them are underutilized. Tatum and Bridges are basically glorified cameos, with Pedro Pascal being the main Statesman representative for nearly every mission. The one who is clearly having the most fun, however, is Julianne Moore. Where Samuel L. Jackson’s Valentine was millennial Bond villain version of Steve Jobs, Moore’s Poppy is like if Martha Stewart was possessed by Tony Montana. Her lair is built on a temple in the middle of the Cambodian jungle and is a kitschy pastiche of the 50’s, with a diner, bowling alley, and a theater where a kidnapped Elton John performs as her personal minstrel. (For the record, Elton John is far and away the best part of the movie.)

Bottom line, Kingsman: The Golden Circle was entertaining in parts, but didn’t have quite enough to justify its existence. Fans of the original will probably have a blast with this, but the story doesn’t do much to elevate things. Hopefully they’ll find a better angle for the third installment.

6/10

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