The King's Man

Afterwards I had to check if, for example, Mata Hari seduced US president Woodrow Wilson. This did-it-happen? question holds the interest throughout what is otherwise just another well-made, well-acted spy caper.

Tonally and thematically The King's Man is all over the place, in a way that lays bare the cynicism of Vaughn's own mission: to appear transgressive yet reassuringly conventional.

The tone lurches awkwardly from sweeping colonial melodrama to grim battle epic, camp, pseudo-Bond caper and crass, unfunny farce.

It is downright diabolical for Vaughn to make audiences even imagine a sequel to this unnecessary prequel simply to see if can be as outlandish as promised.

As either a 007-inspired spy film or a comic book adventure, The King's Man feels stale.

Part satire, part adventure, this prequel fails at both...

Simply put, it lacks a sense of fun. [Full review in Spanish]

Funnier, more surprising, and more heartfelt than the first two films in the series, and if the team can keep up this level of quality in the future, then Mr. Bond may just have to watch his back.

Imagine a feature length film of Drunk History where everyone was high on cocaine, and you might understand The King’s Man experience.

Can't decide if it wants to be Paths of Glory or Austin Powers.