As the soccer mom-ish leader of nefarious crime cartel the Golden Circle, Poppy rules over the entire global drug trade, which she controls from a jungle lair curiously kitted out as a kitsch 50s utopia, featuring gleaming bowling alleys, diners and nail salons, but also, somewhat confusingly, robot dogs and a captive Elton John. Charlie, now menacingly equipped with a bionic arm, is these days in the service of new pantomime big bad, Poppy Adams, played with lysergic glee by Julianne Moore. But, crucially, the visual wit that made the original feel so bracingly fresh is maintained, not to mention its fondness for turning the Savile Row air blue – if you’ve ever hoped to witness Elton John spitting out four-letter words like a Gatling gun, all while wearing a remarkable feathered suit, then this might be the gonzo spy caper for you.Ī manic opening fight scene in a black cab, between Eggsy and his old finishing-school nemesis Charlie, ups the ante immediately, a flurry of kicks, jabs and gravity-upending camerawork. Indeed, Kingsman’s two-hour 20-minute running time could have been shaved by around a fifth, without losing a great deal. Whether that’s a good thing depends on the viewer’s tolerance for death-defying feats of illogicality, or action scenes that stretch to gargantuan lengths. It’s a film so cartoonishly outsized that it almost renders the first film restrained by comparison.
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