The junior chav James Bond returns, which was to be expected with the first part having made a tidy profit, and it's very much more of the same: cartoonish ultra-violence, broad and puerile gags and ridiculous technology, with the boy spy set on a mission to stop a cartel's plot to kill the world's drug users through infecting their products with a deadly virus. The pseudo-topical twist is that this is wholeheartedly supported by the rabidly right-wing U.S. President that the cartel is trying to blackmail with their threat to have him legalise the lot, and this would have seemed even more truly out there than the action and tech, if it wasn't for the sad fact of Trump's existence.
It's quite pointless by now to keep castigating Vaughn and perennial co-writer Jane Goldman for their comic-book infatuations: at least here this means something that may be irresponsible and hyperactive, but also full of moments of gleeful silliness that serve as a healthy antidote to the increasingly po-faced Bond films.
5/10
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