Thursday, June 4, 2015
The ridiculous comedy Spy celebrates the genre while poking male genitalia in its eye.
Review by Matt CummingsIf any of you winced while watching The Heat or Identity Thief, and outright gagged at the sight of Tammy, you know that Actress Melissa McCarthy has incredibly persevered. Films like those would ruin most careers, but here McCarthy stands, ready for the next challenge. That one arrives in the hilarious action comedy Spy, a renaissance film of sorts that showcases what happens when great talent (finally) meets a competent script and supporting cast. I Give it a Year. She goes over the top sexy haute in Spy, effortlessly blending Euro-trash fashion sense with class disdain. Statham mocks his own estimable action resume, spitting off declarations of the various injuries he's sustained (he sewed one arm back on with the other) like a proud papa, each one growing more farcical and funnier. Based on the end button, it's clear that he and McCarthy had a ball - stick around for it. Law eases into the Bond-like Line without a problem, demonstrating why he was on the short list back before Daniel Craig assumed the mantle. Law dazzled us this year in the quickly-forgotten Black Sea, and in Spy he plays Fine with typical Bond roguishness. Serafinowicz's Aldo is perhaps the most surprising part, as his entrances keep the energy up just at the right times. He's obsessed with Cooper's breasts and apologizes for oozing man juice on the back of her head during the film's climax (no pun intended), demonstrating just how important editing is to keeping a film from going off the rails. Janey carries off CIA bitch boss quite well, but Cannavale's De Luca isn't around long enough for us to care. The majority of the baddie heavy-lifting comes from Byrne, leaving Cannavale to simply look menacing. If there's any part of Spy that perhaps needed improvement, it's here. Facebook. On Twitter, follow us at @SandwichJohnFilms, and follow author Matt Cummings at @mfc90125.