Review of Kingsman: The Secret Service (2015) by Anthony Lane for New Yorker — 09 Feb 2015
This is pitiful stuff, and, like the violence, it eats away at the blitheness for which Kingsman strives, leaving an aftertaste of desperation that the Connery of “Goldfinger,” say, would not have dreamed of bequeathing.
The sadness is that Firth, alone in the film, does raise the spectre of those days, radiating a lightly amused reserve amid the havoc.
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This review of Kingsman: The Secret Service (2015) was written by Anthony Lane and published by New Yorker on 09 Feb 2015.
Kingsman: The Secret Service has generally received very positive reviews.
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