(3.5) I expected, no I relished another opportunity for hating Ritchie's movie which goes to show how much self-hate I posses. But lo, I ended up quite liking this entertaining bond-esque stylish sixties ride. The story is passable but everything else just fits together nicely that I actually am curious about the possibility of a sequel. So fuck you Ritchie, it seems you can do good if you don't go for bombastic.
v fun when playing with split screens, rewinds, little camera flourishes. fucking tedious when it's trying to do serious character work (if i never see a movie featuring a man with a hair-trigger temper that sends him into violent rages again, it will be too soon). when it's doing neither of those, it's fine, but OCEAN'S TWELVE has a lot of the former and none of the latter and they go to italy in that one too, so...
Most likely Guy Ritchie's best movie (which as we know, isn't exactly saying much), saved from pretentiousness with the actors portrayal of these characters. The dynamic of over the top yet static Cavill and Hammer's subtle performance of an agent with PTSD is so good. I wish I could say more for Vikander, who did her job very well, it's just too bad her job was to just not react to anything. Whatever, v entertaining
So stylish and fun to watch. It's refreshing to watch them blunder about during what would otherwise be a highly choreographed and "high-octane" scene. Ritchie lovingly lets things play out naturally and skips the boring hypercuts that plague these things. I'd like a sequel. Thanks.
Ritchie's most tolerable film, but also as bland as it is inoffensive. Cavill benefits from portraying the suaver character -- stylin' suites -- but both lead performers struggle to light a spark. Hammer, who seemed so witty and adept in The Social Network, is adrift beneath an unconvincing accent and the briefest sketch of a character. The film really isn't that bad, but it's too uninspired to instill much passion.