"Do I have to remind you what’s at stake here?" barks Bryan Cranston’s villain Ritter at his hapless minions in Matthew Vaughn’s latest. Perhaps a few such reminders might have helped focus the Kingsman director’s fitfully lively but – ultimately – fatally loose espionage meta-satire.
Wobbling unevenly between self-awareness and self-satisfaction, Argylle is never as fast or funny as it thinks it is: a reminder that even frivolously quippy capers can benefit from discipline.
