The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

I rooted for this film long before the private screening, cheered it for the stylish retro opening and was sympathising with Ritchie's visual imagery and breezy detachment even half an hour or so before the final credits rolled. But what up until then was a harmless play with various genre elements, where the diverse nature of the plot was still held together by the stylish form, the measured performances and the crushing pace, unfortunately transformed into a stale pictorial feast, which didn’t lack humour and plot drive, but all those disparate ingredients were now creaking and forming a standard hyper-stylish spy mess that doesn't offend and entertains at first, but in retrospect is dominated by a chaos with only a dim glimmer of genuinely funny lines or novel story motifs. 70% (11/20/2015)

A stylish retro spy spectacle that thankfully doesn't parody the genre. But it takes it in stride and it's good at it. The central trio is very likable (Armie Hammer fits the role of the Soviet fighter perfectly and the cute Alicia Vikander is not just cute and certainly not just some cheap ornament) and her constant jibing is pleasant... And Hugh Grant proves once again that aging doesn't rob a person of a shred of charm, id you don’t let it. Guy Ritchie's direction has swing and lots of ideas, offers a number of rewarding scenes full of humor (including the black one, see the chair) and suspense, and I must especially highlight the amazing soundtrack. The instrumental one by Daniel Pemberton, which therefore pays tribute to John Barry rather than Ennio Morriccone, and the well chosen songs. I'm very satisfied. (08/12/2015)

It was basically like a Bond film whose creators shamefully wasted the opportunity for witty dialogue. If they hadn’t, agent Solo wouldn’t have gotten on my nerves so much and agent Kurjakin might not have seemed like a Terminator with poor software. It could have been a great film if only Guy Ritchie hadn’t forgotten to put more zing into it. 4*- (07/23/2019)

(over) An over-the-top stylized, undemanding spy retro one-time movie, which is not purely comedic, but it make you smile throughout the footage. Unsurprisingly, it is entirely dependent (even thanks to the unnecessary bad guys) on the squabble of the central trio, which usually works. Most of the time. And if not, "sixties" Ritchie, "Morricone-like" Pemberton or Uncle Rudi with his fairy tale carry it. (08/12/2015)

As if made for a trip to the forgotten local cinema, where Italian architecture, old-fashioned form, and a nostalgic soundtrack quickly immerse the viewer. It was Daniel Pemberton's music that transported me to the sixties right from the first notes because this love letter to the divine Ennio Morricone is no rip-off but, fortunately, an honest and completely accurate tribute. Surprisingly, Guy Ritchie remains on the same wave as Sherlock Holmes, but because in practice this mainly translates to deadly exchanges of dialogue between the main duo, I have no problem with that. It just could have used a few more viewers. With its unexpectedly poor turnout, the combination of Henry Cavill's elegance, Armie Hammer's stubbornness, and Alicia Vikander's charm does not bode well for a series. (08/20/2015)