Starring Makis Papadimitriou, Michalis Sarantis & Anna Kalaitzidou
Cert: TBC
By @RogerCrow
Impoverished mates Antonis and Christos are disconnected from society and surviving on Christos’ unemployment benefit. Their only escape is their passion for music and their 8-bit band, Speed_28.
The friends are united by their platonic love interest, Laura Durand, a 1990s porn star who disappeared mysteriously years before.
As the friends’ lives go from bad to worse, they decide the time has come to find the eponymous actress.
With its retro opening titles, cool logo and glorious old school synth score, this cult Greek road movie promises much.
Alas, it plods when it should sprint. Yes, there are some nice touches: trippy moments, offbeat characters, the odd reference to Blade Runner, and a cool monochrome musical number is just the lift the movie needs after the one-hour mark. It’s the sort of thing that made The Breakfast Club work back in the 1980s.
It’s rough around the edges and needed some snappier scenes, but this intriguing curio should attract a cult following in Blighty.
Dimitris Bavellas is a film maker to watch in the coming years, and while this might not be a slam dunk of a movie, it has a certain something that is worth at least one look.
Starring Ralph Fiennes, Gemma Arterton, Rhys Ifans
Directed by Matthew Vaughn
Certificate 15
By @RogerCrow
Of all the action capers released in the past few years, Kingsman: The Secret Service is a favourite. Thanks to a winning blend of gentleman spy action mixed with a Pygmalion plot, it turned Taron Egerton into a star, transformed Colin Firth into an action hero, and boasted breathtaking set pieces. There was also a gloriously subversive tone with an outrageous finale designed to wind up right-on critics.
In short, it was the black sheep of the James Bond/John Steed family, and every time it was on TV, which was a lot, I was hooked.
The follow-up wasn’t bad, though more of a comic book offering (unsurprising given its origins). Alas, it pulled off a resurrection that was far fetched even in Matthew Vaughn and Mark Millar’s universe. Given the fact a bespoke tailors is at the heart of the action, this material was rough around the edges and lacked the skill of film one.
Now, after more than a year of delays due to Covid, we finally have film three. Or rather film one as it’s a prequel which sets up a new series of films no doubt leading to the birth of Firth’s Harry.
Ralph Fiennes is splendid as Orlando, Duke of Oxford. After his wife is shot and killed in 1902, he becomes the overly protective father of Conrad (who grows up to be the apparently swoonsome Harris Dickinson).
With World War One looming, Conrad eventually signs up to fight the enemy, and when he’s given the chance of returning home from the frontline, the young hero swaps places with a fellow soldier.
Meanwhile, on a goat-strewn hillside in the middle of nowhere, a mysterious Scots mastermind (who sounds like Trainspotting’s Begbie dialled up to 111) orchestrates world events with his band of villains.
The ever excellent Tom Hollander chews the scenery in three roles, and is wittily listed in the credits with a ‘cubed’ next to his name, like Alien 3 was (for no reason).
Giving a standout performance as Rasputin is Rhys Ifans. And yes, while that Boney M track does play on your mental jukebox, the soundtrack is a far more classical assault on the senses, especially in a fight scene.
One of the biggest problems with Matthew Vaughn’s movie is the lack of writer Jane Goldman. Her previous work on Kick-Ass and the other Kingsman movies gave them a freshness and wit that this offering lacks. Yes, there are some funny moments, and great set pieces, but that second act feels like a different movie, despite boasting one of the most moving scenes of any of Vaughn’s films. It feels like a chunk of Sam Mendes’ 1917 was spliced into the middle of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (one of my favourite steampunk, comic book-inspired movies of the early noughties).
When a rug-pulling twist occurs in the second act, Fiennes and his colleagues are left to save the world. I’ve long been a huge fan of Gemma Arterton, who deserved so much more than she was given in Quantum of Solace. Here she gets to kick derrière as Polly, an alluring, sharp-shooting heroine who steals every scene she’s in. Djimon Hounsou is also terrific as Shola, Orlando’s right hand man.
When that final twist comes in a thrilling third act, it’s the pay-off all action fans were looking for. Fiennes was awkward as Steed in the movie version of TV smash The Avengers, but now he seems like a natural fit as the seasoned hero. Ralph may get upstaged by mountain goats occasionally, but he also reminds us why he’s one of the most compelling actors of his generation.
So The King’s Man is not perfect, and the US President’s in-joke about a “Statesman on the rocks,” alluding to film two, is used too many times. However, on a disastrous Sunday, The King’s Man was a great diversion for a couple of hours.
With a fourth film and a TV series in the pipeline, it’ll be interesting to see if Vaughn and comics genius Millar can make those projects more like Savile Row suits and less like patchwork quilts.
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