I can’t even pinpoint what I love about it so much. Guy Ritchie’s style, the amazing wardrobes, the killer soundtrack, the fabulous chemistry between all of the characters? It really just all works.
There’s Napoleon Solo, who is so hilariously overly dramatic, and whose face is always doing something stupendous.
He looks like a damn Kennedy. It’s also my favorite Henry Cavill performance.
I wrote about my love for Illya Kuryakin when the movie first came out, and it has not faded. He wears a black turtleneck for almost the entire movie and yet goes full angry fashionisto about Gaby’s wardrobe.
Gaby Teller ends up being the best spy in this movie about spies and she does it without even trying. Tough as nails and cool under pressure? Gaby Teller. Can think on her feet and manipulate a situation to go her way? Gaby Teller. Effortlessly pulls the wool over everyone’s eyes to get the job done and generally crushes it? GABY TELLER.
Victoria Vinciguerra is the Kerri Walsh Jennings of splashy 60’s spy flicks. A tall, blonde badass who is damn good at what she does. The villain can make or break a movie, and she makes it. We obviously want our heroes to save the day and come out on top, but damn if it isn’t awesome to watch her be bad.
Hugh Grant hasn’t been in much lately, but he’s in his full Hugh Grant-y glory here and I laugh every time.
But it’s cool. It’s not like I went out and got a cake or anything. (I actually did get a cupcake, so that makes it more normal, right?)