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The King’s Man review – Ralph Fiennes is stranded in crass no man’s land

Matthew Vaughn’s laddish origin story for the Kingsman franchise finds the first world war masterminded by a shadowy villain with a Scottish accent

This superfluous Kingsman origin story sees writer-director Matthew Vaughn sketch a blueprint for the suited and booted secret spy organisation. The third film in the franchise, it begins with Ralph Fiennes’s Orlando Oxford, an aristocrat and widowed war veteran who regrets his part in plundering Britain’s colonies. A self-declared pacifist, he discourages his son Conrad (Harris Dickinson) from enlisting in the army – but the first world war has broken out and a global disaster must be stopped. Orlando is flanked by arse-kicking comrades played by Djimon Hounsou and Gemma Arterton (the only woman in the film offered anything resembling a speaking role).

The tone lurches awkwardly from sweeping colonial melodrama to grim battle epic, camp, pseudo-Bond caper and crass, unfunny farce. All exist on a spectrum of tedious laddishness, from Rhys Ifans’s puerile Rasputin – a dancing, vomiting mystic monk – to a sombre, reverent set piece in the trenches. It’s a fun bit of historical revisionism when the war is revealed to have been masterminded by a shadowy villain with a Scottish accent, determined to topple the British empire while punishing Fiennes’s “posh prick”. Still, the film can’t resist revelling in a conservative conclusion outside Buckingham Palace, with a victory banner fluttering against a smattering of St George’s flags.

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