This film can perhaps be best described as one big missed opportunity.
A film of tremendous potential with a brilliant premise (a secret organisation of gentlemen spies coming together to save the world, right wrongs, try out all of the latest 20th century tech and uncover the many real life conspiracies that underpinned the First World War). A film with two really great standout acts (the feisty Ms. Wilkins and the steadfast Shola, who are sadly only underdeveloped minor characters) and a poignant epitaph to all the of the lads lost to the Great War (in the form of the senseless death of young Conrad). A tribute to both of the previous Kingsman outings as well as a standalone movie meant to break new ground for the franchise. Alas, The King's Man proves to be a film that tries to be too many things to too many people...
Due to writer/director Matthew Vaughn's shear lack of effort, the film's promising premise evolves into a feature with a half-baked plot, clunky dialogue ("F this gentleman S", the villain cries- I ask you: is this what the fine art of screenwriting has come to?), lacklustre action scenes, absurd plot devices, underwhelming heroes and a central villain with an intriguing motive, but atrociously delivered with the facial hair of Dr. Eggman, the wardrobe of Baron Greenback and an outrageously bad Scottish accent!
After the travesty that was The Golden Circle, I don't know why I should've expected anything else from Mr. Vaughn and his team... but I had hopes for this smoking dumpster fire of a movie! I had hopes...
A film of tremendous potential with a brilliant premise (a secret organisation of gentlemen spies coming together to save the world, right wrongs, try out all of the latest 20th century tech and uncover the many real life conspiracies that underpinned the First World War). A film with two really great standout acts (the feisty Ms. Wilkins and the steadfast Shola, who are sadly only underdeveloped minor characters) and a poignant epitaph to all the of the lads lost to the Great War (in the form of the senseless death of young Conrad). A tribute to both of the previous Kingsman outings as well as a standalone movie meant to break new ground for the franchise. Alas, The King's Man proves to be a film that tries to be too many things to too many people...
Due to writer/director Matthew Vaughn's shear lack of effort, the film's promising premise evolves into a feature with a half-baked plot, clunky dialogue ("F this gentleman S", the villain cries- I ask you: is this what the fine art of screenwriting has come to?), lacklustre action scenes, absurd plot devices, underwhelming heroes and a central villain with an intriguing motive, but atrociously delivered with the facial hair of Dr. Eggman, the wardrobe of Baron Greenback and an outrageously bad Scottish accent!
After the travesty that was The Golden Circle, I don't know why I should've expected anything else from Mr. Vaughn and his team... but I had hopes for this smoking dumpster fire of a movie! I had hopes...