This film stars Henry Cavill of Man of Steel, and Armie Hammer of The Social Network, one movie I loved and another I couldn't get through. Cavill's character, Napoleon Solo, is interesting enough, or maybe the whole setting is, being set in 1963 when the Berlin Wall was still active and an example of courage during countless escapes, and so the cool hair steals the show. Napoleon Solo was an American art thief responsible for hundreds of works vanishing, and when justice finally caught up with him, the CIA decided his talents would be wasted behind bars, so he began working for them. A carbon copy of Frank Abagnale's life, if you ask me. This is not the story, though. He, a woman named Gabby, and a Russian named Kuryakin, a name which you'll forget under Armie Hammer's painfully fake Russian lark, are out undercover to try and stop a potential atom bomb from being crafted by Alexander and Victoria Vinciguerra, as well as an uncle of Gabby's who she hasn't seen since 1945 after the war ended.
In several ways, the feel of the movie reminded me of Skyfall, a spy thriller with no real gadgets. I mean, there are a few gadgets this time, including this very nice wire cutter, but the real gadgets here are the people, ones who work with emotional development as well as an unprotected iPhone does in H2O, and the characters are a little too underwater here. After a decent chase scene, even though I found it weird how easy the cooperation was between Solo and Teller, with no real fear shown from either character, the movie strands itself in clearing up that Kuryakin and Teller are not a real couple and that he and Solo function together like a vegan and a chip truck. I mean, does the movie really have to spend as much time as it does to make us feel lost? The movie actually does something new; Napoleon Solo is an expert pickpocket who performs so much trickery behind us and the characters and does one-second flashbacks to explain them, and so forth. Unfortunately, it focuses so much on making sure we understand how everyone got to where they are that we don't understand anything else. I hate movies that try to make us lost and confused. American Hustle, The Departed, Skyfall of course, and Our Idiot Brother are some of the many examples. One comedic moment was during an action scene when Cavill sits in a soundproof truck with the radio up expecting us to laugh at how he's letting Kuryakin take the chase. Noone at the theatre laughed. And before that, there's a swift gunfight where the only things I was thinking were: These characters are bulletproof in a head-on battlefield, a lot of this I think was in the trailer, I don't remember, and a storage cabinet they hide behind shouldn't have been strong enough to protect them from the bullets. Not only that, this movie promises so many different ends. A car chase, a need to jump back to a helicopter, a suspenseful ending, and it all would've worked if I wasn't already ready to get the hell out of there.
The movie honestly has some clever pickpocketing but half the time you can't tell what it's for and why the characters are doing what they're doing. The Man from U.N.C.L.E. shot down my craving for action movies.