So Spy is about a criminal played by Rose Byrne named Rayna Boyanov who the CIA suspects is transferring a bomb to the United States. But it is when the obnoxious James-Bond-wannabe named Fyne is killed when they realized Rayna knows the names of every undercover agent they have. So to intercept her in Paris, they can't send any of their regular agents so Melissa McCarthy's character Susan Cooper decides to walk up and take the job, since Fyne, one of her victims, was a very important partner, even if he was a lousy cynical one. One of the top agents, Ford, played by Jason Statham is as furious about this as I was during these incidents with my school librarian where he could even go on for a bigger rant. McCarthy's mission is to track and report but she can't let any close calls slip up, and also maybe identify a mole they may have at the agency.
Now, I was not sure if I was going to enjoy this movie or not after the first action scene with Fyne went by where there was cheesy but punchy choreography and the CIA had let bats into their cavern, literally. Susan has a friend Nancy played by Miranda Hart, who delivers every line she must say, spectacularly. I'd never seen her in a movie before so she wasn't as distracting as she could've been either. And as for Melissa McCarthy's other work, I liked Identity Thief even though Bateman's character was sometimes overly cruel. The Heat, also directed by Paul Feig, I felt overdid the shouting. I thought Tammy was a complete mess that tried to be sweet and hilarious and ended up being more saddening. Spy made me want to rewatch the work to see if they actually were bad. This movie ale ostarts off with a James Bond-esque opening that actually doesn't spoof the genre to an extent and makes the entire affair its own. I also at first thought this was going to be a simple mission with an overly talkative back-up at the helm (cough, Ford) but then something strange happened. His banter turned funny, and all of a sudden I couldn't stop laughing at how ridiculously cruel his life has been to him, how many stitches he's needed, how many types of poison have went down his throat, how many stabs he's taken, yet he can't tell when a backpack is a bit lighter. Or heavier. I also thought that Rose Byrne as the villain was going to involve a straightforward capture, or a straightforward "You're not who you say you are!" But I'm so glad this is not one of those movies, I couldn't believe the chemistry she and McCarthy had on screen. Byrne has really progressed since the dreadfully unfunny Neighbours movie. But what sold the silver platter was McCarthy's amazingly tacky and crazy and, um, colourful identities she has to undergo. I laughed for thirty whole seconds during her descriptions and twenty afterward during this crazy car ride. And (gasp!) this is a Melissa McCarthy movie that isn't all comedy and has some gleeful violence and (pardonnez-moi) quirky sex choreography.
In conclusion, I think Spy is the funniest movie of 2015, as jazzy and surprising as the disco microphone and the first movie with Melissa McCarthy at the helm that I think really works. It's two hours long but you're sure not to feel it or be ungrateful for it. The way it charmed me, I'm now looking forward to Ghostbusters.