Colin Firth is (Apparently) Forever
I'm the last person to say that dollar value should be the sole measure of something's worth, but at the same time it is always interesting to learn something new about this sort of thing. I've been knocking out this sort of cobblers on the internet for over fifteen years now, on and off, and yet it had never really occurred to me to find out if my opinion is really of any significance. Then along came along news of Matthew Vaughn's Kingsman: The Golden Circle, a sequel to Kingsman: The Secret Service, from a couple of years ago. Now, after the first one, I would probably have said, if asked, 'That was okay, but no more, please.' The hefty box office return of the movie clearly said something different. And they made the sequel. So, there you go: my considered opinion about a movie's quality is obviously worth less than $414 million. Hey, you know, chin up; life goes on.
And so, clearly, does the Kingsman franchise, based on a comic book by Mark Millar (who once read my palm in a London nightclub and got it spectacularly wrong in every detail), directed by Vaughn, and co-written by the director and Jane Goldman. This time there is added swagger, a rather bigger budget, and a longer running time – two hours twenty minutes?! Well, it does kind of feel like it while you're watching, to be perfectly honest.
The representatives of the actors involved have clearly had some fun with this one, for supposed leading man and protagonist Taron Egerton is actually third billed. Nevertheless, it's all about his character Eggsy (I think I heard other characters calling him 'Eggy' in a couple of places), and as the film gets underway he is balancing the thrilling life of an agent of Kingsman (an 'independent intelligence agency', whatever one of those is), with hanging out with his mates from the housing estate and his girlfriend (Hanna Alström, two dots over the O1), who is the daughter of the King of Sweden. As you do.
All this changes when the Kingsman organisation comes under attack from forces in the employ of deranged international criminal mastermind Poppy Adams (Julianne Moore, second-billed), and Eggsy and his tech-support chap Merlin (Mark Strong) are forced to go on the run as the rest of the organisation is destroyed. Emergency procedures lead them to Kentucky in the USA, where they join forces with (sigh) another 'independent intelligence agency', Statesman, who seem to be a bunch of slightly boozed-up cowboys.
It is all to do with Poppy's plan to get some serious respect for her international criminal activities, the details of which would probably constitute a spoiler. The safety of millions hangs in the balance, so it's just as well that the Statesman people have got Eggsy's old mentor Harry (Colin Firth, still top-billed) in their cellar, despite the fact he was shot through the face in the last film. As a result he has an eye-patch, Movie Amnesia, and a slight tendency to hallucinate, but is otherwise okay. Can Kingsman and Statesman come together to save the day?
I know a lot of people who really, really liked the first Kingsman film; liked it considerably more than me. I suspect the same will probably be true when it comes to Golden Circle. Maybe it's just an age or an outlook thing. It's not that I think these films are actively bad – Vaughn is an inventive and capable director, and the new one is stuffed with cameos from very capable and charismatic actors – Jeff Bridges, Channing Tatum, Keith Allen, Emily Watson, Michael Gambon, and many others. And the frequent action sequences are imaginative and lavish – the film plays the Bond-pastiche card extremely well. It's almost a bit unfair to call it a Bond pastiche, to be honest, as – at its best – Golden Circle has a scale and a sense of light-hearted fun that the actual Bond films have been missing for many years now.
The thing is that the Bond-pastiche element is only a small part of the Kingsman concoction. What this film is really about is a combination of absurdly OTT spy-fi action with equally absurdly knowing comedy. No-one could take this film seriously as a thriller, which in itself is not necessarily a bad thing – you could say the same about, yes, any James Bond film. It's okay to make a movie which is just a slightly cheesy bit of fluff.
Yet there's more than this going on – a weird tonal inconsistency, coupled to a fixation with appearing to be cool and transgressive. Near the start, there is a comedic sequence in which Eggsy is taken for dinner with the King of Sweden, but also a scene in which Polly serves up a burger made from human flesh. Elton John (pretty much playing himself), wearing a costume seemingly entirely made of ostrich feathers, drop-kicks a goon in the head with his platform shoes while grinning at the camera, while a few minutes later there's a moment where Eggsy makes a mawkish speech about honour and justice before cold-bloodedly executing a defenceless enemy. Egerton has said that some elements of the film are simply intended to shock – he was specifically referring to a sex scene in which he plants a tracker on a woman in a manner surely unprecedented in the annals of cinema, but there are many others conceived with the same purpose, I'm sure. The whole thing just doesn't gel.
For me, one of the most telling things about the film is its energetic amorality – all the speeches about 'justice' and so on strike a rather sentimental note, rather than having any force to them. The implication of the film is not just that millions of people are using illegal recreational drugs, but that this is no big deal and nothing to get particularly exercised about. The only character who takes any kind of explicit moral position is the US President (played by Bruce Greenwood), and he is depicted as a self-serving, callous hypocrite.
But, hey, maybe total amorality, bad-taste humour and F-bombs by the dozen are where the kids are at these days. I enjoyed the action sequences in Golden Circle a lot, and there are some admittedly very funny moments (many of them courtesy of a game, vanity-free turn from Elton John). Nevertheless, I couldn't help feeling like watching a film that wasn't just aimed at teenagers with questionable judgement, but made by them too. Then again, I'm just an old git whose opinion doesn't matter for much anyway. No doubt this will be a big hit and another one will be along in a couple of years to discomfit me all over again.