Naturally, it’s impossible (and wrong) to review a film if the whole piece hasn’t been watched, leaving very unfulfilled dreams of escaping the tiresome deluge on screen
It isn’t often that a film, intended as a comedic outing of fun for everyone, becomes an abysmal journey through anxiety and stress, utilising ‘jokes’ riding on the coattails of one of the most cringe-generating stories of all time. The whole film is the repetitive motion of ‘set up – joke – cringe’ gaining extreme pace as it gallops towards its particularly pleasing end credits.
Johnny English (Rowan Atkinson) is called back to MI7 when a cyber attack leaks the personal information of every single active agent. With a task set to take him across the world, Johnny must discover who leaked the identities before they can do more harm to a world reliant on digital technology.
At no point does Johnny English Strikes Again turn its ugly head and think ‘What the hell are we actually doing?’ It’s comedy isn’t even CBBC level. It plays host to the jokes someone who had no knowledge of what a joke is, might come up with on day one of a four-day ‘How To Make Jokes’ crash course. It is so painfully stupid it stops playing the fool and starts playing the irritator.
When it is possible to guess exactly what is about to happen in the next 10 minutes, continuously, the time becoming filled with fleeting glances towards the exit, soon to become the only respite.
Naturally, it’s impossible (and wrong) to review a film if the whole piece hasn’t been watched, leaving very unfulfilled dreams of escaping the tiresome deluge on screen. So when the credits roll, the joy flowed, and genuinely, just take my word for it, it’s terrible.
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