Johnny English Strikes Again (2018)
IMDB Rating: 6.6 (as on 07.10.2018)
PG | 1h 28min | Action , Adventure , Comedy | 26 October
2018 (USA)
After a cyber-attack reveals the identity of all of the
active undercover agents in Britain, Johnny English is forced to come out of
retirement to find the mastermind hacker.
Director: David Kerr
Writer: William Davies (screenplay by)
Stars: Olga Kurylenko, Emma Thompson, Rowan Atkinson
IMDB link
Movie Rating : ★★☆☆☆
Another underpowered Rowan Atkinson spy
spoof
Peter
Bradshaw
It’s
traditional now to look for Brexit significances in any new film with a British
slant and that does seem applicable to this revival of the Johnny English
action-comedy spoof franchise.
At
any rate, the pop-eyed, rubber-faced incompetent Johnny English has had his
licence to cock things up renewed for the second time – that name of his
signalling more than anything else that he is a broad comic creation designed
for non-English-speaking cinemagoing territories.
He
is of course the daft secret agent who despite his bizarre pretensions to
smoothie glamour has got a little bit of Clouseau, a dash of Mr Bean and a
dollop of that chap contributing a single note to the Chariots of Fire theme
tune at the London 2012 Olympics opening ceremony. He’s also originally based
on the traveller and international man of mystery Atkinson once played in the
now forgotten Barclaycard TV ads, leaving chaos in his wake.
There
are one or two nice moments in this latest JE outing. I loved Johnny English
approaching a helicopter while dressed in a medieval suit of armour and the
rotor blades briefly clanging against his helmet. Atkinson’s gift for physical
comedy is on display, but the humour feels pretty underpowered and weirdly
superfluous, especially as the “serious” film brands like 007 and Mission
Impossible themselves now confidently offer comedy as an ingredient. The humour
feels as if it is pitched at kids rather than adults, and for me Johnny
English’s wacky misadventures aren’t as inventive and focused as Atkinson’s
silent-movie gags in the persona of Bean.
Emma
Thompson does her very best with this quasi-Teresa-May character but there’s
nothing much in the script to work with.
English
and Bough begin their odyssey of farcical high-jinks: disguised as waiters,
they set fire to a flash French restaurant; they create mayhem smuggling
themselves aboard Volta’s luxury yacht; and English triggers pure anarchy as he
attempts to use a Virtual Reality headset to familiarise himself with the
interior of Volta’s house. All the stops are certainly pulled out for that last
sequence, but as amiable and boisterous as it is, there’s quite a bit of kids’
TV about the whole thing.
Pretty
moderate stuff. And as with the other Johnny English films I couldn’t help
thinking: can’t the British film industry give Rowan Atkinson a role that
really does justice to his talent?
Read Complete review at The Guardian
Movie Rating : ★★☆☆☆
An imbecilic
waste of Rowan Atkinson's clowning
Robbie
Collin
As the James
Bond franchise weathers its latest existential crisis, trust Johnny English to
come creeping back out of the woodwork. Rowan Atkinson’s bumbling secret agent
tends to surface whenever his inspiration drops the baton: first in the wake of
Die Another Day, as the Pierce Brosnan era collapsed into pantomime, and again
a year before Skyfall, as Daniel Craig’s version struggled to find his
post-Bourne groove.
Even the
inspiration for the Johnny English character, a string of Barclaycard ads that
began the early 1990s in which Atkinson played a hapless MI5 agent called
Latham, turned up after the dismissal of Timothy Dalton, while the Bond series
was on its longest hiatus to date. It would be a reach to suggest that this
could be deliberate, given the Johnny English films themselves exhibit all the
wit of three Tupperware boxes full of twigs, but the connection does make a
weird kind of cosmic sense.
Unlike Bond,
Johnny English has no need to change with the times: he can blunder through any
crisis the modern world throws at him with the same biscuit-tin jingoism and
wholly unwarranted inborn self-confidence that have served him just fine for
decades, against all odds.
And that
remains the joke even in 2018: in fact, Johnny English Strikes Again makes a
virtue of it. Returning from retirement after a shadowy hacker outs the British
secret service’s entire network of active agents worldwide, Johnny pooh-poohs
the health and safety briefing that now comes with delivery of his service
pistol, tosses his government-issue smartphone aside, and wrinkles his nose at
the news that he has been furnished with official MI7 Twitter and Instagram
accounts.
Atkinson of
course remains a preposterously gifted physical comedian, and this new film is
a little better than its predecessors at finding ways to effectively deploy his
talent. One sequence involving an energy pill and another featuring a virtual
reality headset are brilliantly devised clowning vignettes.
But
slapstick requires a deadpan camera – the blank, mid-distance gaze of Laurel
and Hardy shorts, or Jacques Tati films, or the Mr Bean TV series – and by
staging and shooting many of its pratfalls like action beats, Johnny English
Strikes Again repeatedly scuttles its own comic buoyancy as its gags bob out of
dock.
The
nonphysical jokes betray an uncertainty around who the film is actually for:
it’s hard to imagine the anti-technology material striking much of a chord with
viewers under the age of 40, while a skit in which Johnny irritably fires a
tear gas missile from his Aston Martin at a group of cyclists blocking the road
is like something out of Clarkson-era Top Gear.
On his day
Atkinson can be as great as Tati, and I say that as a Tati diehard. But there
is an airy complacency to his film work, up to and including this, that is the
opposite of the nanoscopic perfectionism that was Tati’s trademark. Few would
argue Johnny English was a good idea to start with, but there is something
skin-crawling about watching so much talent relentlessly wasted.
Read complete review at The Telegraph
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