Spy (2015)

Spy just isn’t funny.  It might be to you but, save for some fun moments where Jason Statham revels in self-awareness… well, humour is subjective and I just don’t get this particular rambling, post-Apatow brand.  For two hours.

Why is it always two hours?

But I can’t dismiss it out of hand because it is a good hearted movie.  Everyone appears to be enjoying themselves in a ‘let’s include the audience’ sort of way, Melissa McCarthy is more likeable than before, and it’s a decent blend of action and yukkity-yuks.  Also, because the central character is female we don’t have to sit through the usual tired male wish fulfilment nonsense of Seth Rogen getting the much more brilliant woman despite being, well, Seth Rogen’s on-screen persona.

So, good fun if you like that sort of thing.

Oh, and Alison Janney.  Who should really be in most things because she is ace.

Recommend for people but not me.

Ironically, I was the only person in the cinema.

Actor: Jason Statham

One of the immutable laws of modern cinema is what I call ‘the Statham Grace’; it’s the rule that any film is improved, or made marginally less terrible by the presence of Jason Statham.  Like most actors he’s been in his fair share of good movies and absolute dogs but he has a screen presence that is begging to be used properly.  Films like The Mechanic, Hummingbird and (the much maligned) Revolver come close but ultimately fall short whilst the likes of The Expendables only showcase his mastery of a underwhelming sub-genre.  Statham needs a Scorsese or Winding Refn or Michael Mann and one day I’m convinced he’ll be in a stone cold classic.