I mentioned a while ago that we got an Apple TV box, and that it came with three free months. Those months are over now, but not before we'd watched Argylle (2024). Written and directed by Matther Vaughan (Kingsman), It looked like a lot of fun until people saw it - then "ugh".
It starts with Henry Cavill in a 1990's Dwayne Johnson high-top haircut and goofy suit being a superspy. He is chasing Dua Lipa through a Greek village, and losing her. But his sidekick, John Cena grabs her off of her motorcycle, at the expense of letting his coffee cool down.
But this isn't the movie. This is author Bryce Dallas Howard reading from her latest spy novel. The reading is very well attended, with fans calling her the spy novel author real spies read, and wondering if she is an actual spy. But no, she is an ordinary, frumpy author, who consults with her mother (Catherine O'Hara!) about an ending for her next book. And since she is afraid to fly, she has to take a train to go visit.
On the train, a handsome man tries to sit across from her, but she pushes him away - and regrets it. Especially when a Lebowski-esque hippy takes the seat and won't leave. After a little banter, he reveals that he is a spy, and the only person on the train not trying to kill her. Then we get a train fight - shout out to Bullet Train et al?
They get off the train, and the hippie shaves and showers to reveal that he is Sam Rockwell. He lets Howard know that everyone wants to kill her because her books are so good, that they predict the actual state of espionage, and the bad guys (lead by Brian Cranston) don't want that. So they have to go to England.
Howard's parents follow her to England, claiming to be concerned about her safety. But her dad turns out to be Brian Cranston, and they are also part of the plot to kill her. Yes, it turns out that Howard was an agent, (named R. Kylle, get it?) who was captured and brainwashed into believing that they were her parents, and that she was just an ordinary, shy, bookish girl.
OK, that's as far as I'm going with the story. You see, I had a certain small investment in the character Howard was playing, but it turns out to be fake. So the whole first part of the movie goes out the window. There are more twists to come, but by now, I just don't care. Remember The Tourist?
And of course, that's not the end of the homages, references and swipes. There are all the "novelists mistaken for spies" movies - I wonder if Vaughn saw American Dreamer? He definitely saw Romancing the Stone.
Well, it wasn't all bad. It was fun to see Samuel L. Jackson introducing the Argylle initiative (no, he didn't). And Howard's cat, along for the ride, not only survives, but gets in one of the best kills of the movie.
The final fight sort of gives you an idea of the strengths and weaknesses of the movie. When the floor is flooded with oil, Howard straps knives to her boots, and starts skating around killing baddies. Part of her brainwashing is that she lost her memory in an iceskating competition, so that's how she got that skill. Except, that wasn't real, it was an implanted memory. Also, you can't iceskate on oil-covered concrete.
It's too bad - this was only a few degrees off of being an empty-minded action movie with a few good twists. Maybe in the right frame of mind, I would have enjoyed it. But it's a modern streaming movie, and those hav a special kind of badness. And I wasn't in the mood.