There are distinct pleasures to be had in watching Ralph Fiennes play the lead in an action franchise at this stage in his career.
For as fun as he is as erudite bon vivants, scoundrels and snobs, you always leave wanting more M. Gustav, more Laurence Laurentz, more Harry Hawkes. In that spirit, The Kings Man, a prequel to Matthew Vaughns irreverent Kingsman series, provides a definite service, and Fiennes is as charming as ever. But its also hard not to wish he had a better movie than this to exhibit both his singular charisma and combat skills.
The Kings Man, which jumps back in time to World War I to the early days of the bespoke spy agency, is an improvement to the last Kingsman movie, which among other deranged choices had Julianne Moore feed someone a burger made of human flesh that she ground and grilled herself. This one is decidedly quainter than that, but its still a Kingsman movie manic, cheeky and vulgar and its not going to sell anyone who wasnt already on board. The Kings Man also has the uneasy tension of its real historical context which the film wants to use for both sincere emotional beats and fodder for irreverence.
At its heart, this is an origin story about a fictional spy agency that blames WWI and 20 million deaths on an embittered Scottish cashmere farmer. But this mysterious man, who is seen only in shadows until a big reveal at the end, is played like an angrier and more sadistic but no less ridiculous Fat Bastard. And he is able to manipulate world leaders (Tom Hollander plays King George, Kaiser Wilhelm and Tsar Nicholas) with his sphere of influence that includes Rasputin (Rhys Ifans), Erik Jan Hanussen (Daniel Bruhl), Mata Hari (Valerie Pachner) and Gavrilo Princip (Joel Basman).
Fiennes, who also executive produced, plays the Duke of Oxford who were introduced to as his wife is gunned down in front of him and his young son during the Boer War. He returns to England with one mission: To protect his son Conrad.
A few years pass and Conrad has grown into a dashing and patriotic lad, played with admirable dignity by Harris Dickinson, who wants nothing more than to join the army. Fearing the front lines, the Duke tries to convince Conrad to join his little spy group composed of himself and two domestic servants, Polly (Gemma Arterton) and Shola (Djimon Hounsou), and manipulate world politics behind the scenes. After almost preventing the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, their first adventure as a foursome involves going to Russia to either sell Rasputin on entering the war or kill him.
The whole sequence is jaw-droppingly perverse as they try to lure Rasputin, who Ifans plays like a madcap cartoon rock star, with Conrad and poisoned baked goods that he promptly expels with grotesque theatricality. In true Kingsman fashion, this also includes Fiennes removing his trousers, upper thigh licking and Rasputin dancing his way through a fight set to the 1812 Overture. Subtlety is not in their vocabulary, so some whiplash is to be expected when the film suddenly turns into a war drama, and then back to absurdity again.
At a certain point, it becomes clear that not only is The Kings Man a tonal mess, its also just a set-up for a movie with an even more enticing cast thatll leave you feeling even more conflicted.
But you have to admire a modern franchise that has an appreciation of bespoke tailoring as a core principle. If only The Kingsman movies didnt also hold such juvenile humor in equally high esteem.
The Kings Man, a 20th Century Studios release in theaters Wednesday, is rated R by the Motion Picture Association of America for some sexual material, language and strong/bloody violence. Running time: 131 minutes. Two stars out of four.
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MPAA Definition of R: Restricted. Under 17 requires an accompanying parent or adult guardian.
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