THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E. – The Review

Oh my, is it be “spy time” once more? Already? Wow, 2015 has been a big movie year for all those “cloak and dagger” undercover men (and women)! Early in the year, audiences were introduced to the “hush-hush” exploits of KINGSMEN: THE SECRET SERVICE, ripped fresh from a very adult graphic novel. As Summer began to heat up, funny lady Melissa McCarthy took satiric aim at the genre in SPY (aided by action vets Jason Statham and Jude Law). And just two weeks ago, film fans were gasping at the daredevil work of Tom Cruise, risking life and limb in his fifth go-round as Ethan Hunt, leader of the IMF in MISSION IMPOSSIBLE: ROGUE NATION (number one at the box office for the last couple weekends). And before the end of the year, the king of “gentlemen agents”, 007 AKA James Bond returns in his (official) twenty-fourth action extravaganza feature film SPECTRE. Besides the genre, this week’s release has connections to two of those aforementioned flicks. Like Mr. Cruise’s current hit, this film is based on a popular weekly network television show from the “swingin’ sixties” (1964-68, to be precise). And Bond’s creator Ian Fleming had a big hand in the development of that TV series (particularly in the naming of a main character). As they’d say into their slick communication gadgets, “Open Channel ‘D’!”. After years in development limbo, THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E finally gets a big screen reboot/remake (THE WILD WILD WEST and GET SMART had movies years ago!). Looks like the secret HQ entrance at Del Floria’s Tailor Shop is now at the multiplex!

The opening credits of this “affair” (each TV episode title ended with that word) gives younger film goers a bit of a history lesson, “Cold War 101”, you could call it as grainy black and white news footage and graphic animation helps place us in the divided city of Berlin Germany circa 1963. Suave, smartly dressed Napoleon Solo (Henry Cavill) glides into the Soviet-occupied Eastern section of the city. We soon learn that Mr. Solo is an undercover CIA agent, recruited by the agency after he was jailed for working in the black market after his military service. He meets up with the focus of his new mission, fiesty auto-mechanic Gaby (Alicia Vikander). She’s the daughter of a scientist who has recently vanished. When Solo sneaks Gaby into West Berlin, they are nearly thwarted by the almost-unstoppable KGB agent Illya Kuryakin (Armie Hammer). Later, we learn that Gaby’s uncle has been snatched up by an Italian auto magnate, Alexander (Luca Calvani) and his wife Victoria (Elizabeth Debicki), who plan to use his skills to create stream-lined, deadly nuclear weapons, which they will sell to the highest bidder. This alarms the spy community and compels the East and West to join forces. Now reluctant partners Solo and Kuryakin will travel to Rome. Solo, posing as an antiques dealer will go after Victoria, while Kuryakin, taking the role of Gaby’s architect fiancée, will circle Alexander. The safety of the world just may depend on this secret agent “odd couple”.

Cavill trades the blue body armor and red cape for several superbly tailored suits, and makes a quite believable sixties spy. He even adopts the clipped, tight-lipped, off-the-cuff delivery of TV’s original Solo, Robert Vaughn crossed with a pinch of Cary Grant charm. He also handles the action scenes well, but really seems to lack the ruthless, dangerous element so evident in spies from Connery to Craig. That lack is somewhat taken up by Hammer who makes Illya a single-minded “weapon of mass destruction”(much more believable here than as a certain “masked man of the plains”). For much of the time he clenches his fists, waiting for the right moment to transform into a blond, blue-eyed hulk. His accent is strictly from Chekov (not the playwright, but the Star Trek staple), which helps to punch up the humor in his often deadpan dialogue. He appears to have more chemistry with Cavill than with his potential paramour, international cinema’s actress of the moment, Vikander. She reveals a loose, frolicking fun side, not really seen in her previous screen work, particularly when her endearing hotel suite “go-go” dance suddenly become a frisky wrestling match with Hammer. Unfortunately she’s never given a chance to join in the action and get “down and dirty” with the boys, and, for most of the third act, is regulated to the “damsel-in-distress” role. The opposing team (the baddies) lack any real charisma. Calvani glares while suppressing the urge to twirl his opulent mustache with menace. His on-screen spouse Debicki slinks about in lush vintage fashions in a game of “cat and mouse” with Cavill, seeming more like a bored trophy wife than villainous (until her cold-blooded side emerges in the film’s last thirty or so minutes). Some of the “evil” slack is taken up by Sylvester Groth as Gaby’s Uncle Rudi, an old-school sadist, who is a part of the film’s funniest, but really twisted, scene. Hugh Grant elicits a few chuckles as the befuddled English aristocrat who constantly crosses paths with Cavill, while the terrific Jared Harris is wasted as his gruff CIA handler.

First up, the good! Big, big kudos to the producers for setting the film in 1963, making it a true prequel to the original TV series (oh, if only the recent FANTASTIC FOUR reboot was set in that era!). The pre-“mod” clothing, cars, and props are almost a love letter to that “pop explosion” from fifty years ago (good period songs along with the nifty score by Daniel Pemberton). Sadly, the plot and direction are oddly lackluster. The director Guy Ritchie, best known for his high-octane, ‘in your face” action sequences, seems strangely muted here, almost muzzled, in fact. There’s none of the frenetic energy last evident in his two SHERLOCK HOLMES flicks. The action set pieces seem closer to a made-for-TV film, especially after the spectacular stunts that Agent Hunt executes in the still “packin’ them in” MI:RN. Hey, the fights and chases from the Connery Bonds were more “pulse-pounding”. These here are closer to Derek Flint and Matt Helm. Speedboats? eh. Antique ATV? Whatever. There’s not even a lot of fun “retro spy gadgets” in use.  Ritchie and three others (really?!) penned the tepid. meandering script. At least the Italian locations pop with color, but Berlin is dank, dark, and dull. The film limps along several minutes after the end of the mission to deliver a lackluster coda intended to set things up for a sequel, or a franchise. Now, there’s yer’ impossible mission! “Close channel ‘D'”, please!

We wish to thank the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement without whose assistance this review would not be possible.

2.5 Out of 5