Much like its predecessor, ‘Kingsman: The Golden Circle’ keeps the pedal to the metal. This action sequel has one speed – dangerous – and never really does let its foot off the gas.
…but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s all that good.
A tongue-in-cheek version of 007, the ‘Kingsman’ franchise is what happens when James Bond eats a pot brownie; it checks off all boxes in the spy film category, turns the rough-and-tumble activity up a notch, and isn’t afraid to veer into a pile of sillies – in fact, it thrives on them. But while the first film, ‘The Secret Service’ was tolerable simply because it was shiny and new, part two starts to show the scuffs of the series, unveiling the ugly truth; when it comes to substance, this thing is pretty darn thin.
The plot has Eggsy (Taron Egerton), the problem teen turned secret agent for the private intelligence agency The Kingsman, tangling with a new adversary, Poppy Adams (Julianne Moore), CEO of the world’s narcotics trade. Aiding in the battle are the Statesmen, the American equivalent to Kingsman. There’s Tequila (Channing Tatum), Champagne (Jeff Bridges), Ginger Ale (Halle Berry), and Whiskey (Pedro Pascal). Yep, the characters are as campy as they sound.
Seemingly missing from the party is Colin Firth as the dapper Harry Hart, but if you caught any trailers for the film or even the movie’s poster, you know that he pops up eventually. And, while fans will like that, that’s part of the problem coming in for director/writer Matthew Vaughn – predictability. Oh, it’s FUN to see Elton John participate in a fight, spewing vulgarities with the best of ’em…but never, ever is it surprising. Just part of the slightly bloated, overly bloody chaos.