If you’ve ever seen a Guy Ritchie film, especially the likes
of Snatch and Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking
Barrels, you won’t be surprised by what you get in his update of the
1960s spy serial The Man From U.N.C.L.E.. Fast-paced and
energetic, full of handsome heroes and a sultry villainess, and hyper-stylized,
this isn’t a particularly deep movie, but it is an entertaining espionage romp
that provides a decent amount of amusement.
U.N.C.L.E. isn’t a spoof or a send up,
but through and through it’s fully self-aware and tongue-in-cheek, and packed
with witty banter and double entendre. While it’s not a movie that needs to be
repeatedly examined and dissected—it’s very likely something that most of the
audience will never think about much ever again after they leave the
theater—but for 116 minutes that fly by, it’s engaging and diverting. It pays
homage to the source, but has a modern edge and feel at the same time.
At the height of the Cold War, an American agent, Napoleon Solo (Henry Cavill), is forced to team up with a Russian spy, Illya Kuryakin
(Armie Hammer), to stop an international criminal organization led by a wealthy
heiress, Victoria Vinciguerra (Elizabeth Debicki), who got their nefarious
mitts on an atom bomb. The only lead is Gaby Teller (Alicia Vikander), the
daughter of a kidnapped German scientist who they must protect and use as bait
to lure out the terrorists. Simple and straightforward.
Cavill fits the bill as a former art thief turned
international man of intrigue, dapper and adaptable to any situation in which
he finds himself. He’s a rogue, a rapscallion, and Hammer’s toe-the-party-line,
all-business, good-company-man provides a nice foil. They’re the spy version of
the Odd Couple. Vikander adds even more variety to a 2015 that already includes
playing an artificially intelligent robot in Ex Machina, and
is no mere damsel in distress. Gaby is clever, capable, and has her own agenda
that keeps you guessing about her true allegiances. On the other side,
Debicki’s Vinciguerra, with her dark, burning eyes, is a carnal, vicious,
occasionally bored-with-the-mundanity-of-her-evil-scheme villain.
Ritchie’s trademark visual gymnastics are on full display in
The Man From U.N.C.L.E., though they’re not omnipresent or
overused enough to prove distracting. Split screens and snappy edits drive the
movie forward, while shrewd crosscuts abound and reveal caper-esque action from
multiple locations and parallel threads. The film is full of sharp suits,
meticulous period fashion, and an up-tempo jazzy score propels the narrative,
adding a layer of tension even when Solo, Illya, and Gaby do something as routine
as stroll down an Italian street. Admittedly, some of the action, especially
the hand-to-hand combat scenes, is over-edited and plays jumbled and chaotic,
but the bulk, including car and foot chases, among others, is handled with a
deft, if slightly hyperactive touch. But that can be said of most films on
Ritchie’s CV.
There are storylines that are never fully developed and
don’t go anywhere, especially where the villains are concerned. The antagonists
have little motivation besides the fact that they’re evil and have some ties to
Nazis, and there isn’t much of an agenda except money and to stave off the
existential ennui of villainy.
Even with that, there are enough double crosses and shifting
loyalties, close shaves and narrow escapes, that it’s easy to skip over these
flaws. In the end, The Man From U.N.C.L.E. is a light,
fluffy, bouncy film that won’t satisfy any deep desire for art or thematic
richness, but it is a rollicking spy caper, full of attractive people looking
fabulous and exotic locations where you wish you were. These are the goals it
sets for itself, and, as it achieves them, it’s a success in this regard. Pretty,
slick, and satisfactorily entertaining, The Man From
U.N.C.L.E. is a pleasant enough way to spend a few hours at the movies.
It’s a fond update of an old favorite, and now we wait to see how well it
performs at the box office and if we’ll get the additional films that are obviously
set up at the end. [Grade: B]
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