The Man from U.N.C.L.E (or why Nicola has a new fandom)
Seeing as this was the release week for Deep Water (which is a category bestseller in two categories at All Romance eBooks so I’m very pleased about that) and I have been busting my hump doing promo for that and the upcoming release of Bad Alpha: Manlove Edition from Evernight, I decided to take Sunday off. I wasn’t going to do promo, clean, write, edit, nada. I was going to relax, recharge, and do what I wanted to do for once.
And what I wanted to do was go see Guy Ritchie’s reboot of The Man from U.N.C.L.E. so Ramón kindly escorted me to tonight’s 10:30 PM showing at the local Cinemark. My verdict? If any critic tries to whine at you you that it has an unoriginal plot, you tell them to shut their whore mouth. You don’t go to a Man from U.N.C.L.E. movie for original storylines, anyway.
You go see a movie like this because it’s stylish AF, because it’s fast-paced and funny in all the right places, because Guy Ritchie could direct a third grade Christmas pageant and make it engrossing, because none other than David McCallum — the original Illya Kuryakin himself — gave the movie his blessing, and because Henry Cavill and Armie Hammer have mega chemistry and make an amazing team (and are hysterical at points) and you want to see them take down the bad guy with cool vehicles, nifty weapons, and tons of great quips.
Then again, I’m looking down the barrel of 50 so I still remember the reruns of the original series. For all of you under 30, turn off your need for dark, complicated heroes and just enjoy this beautifully vintage look back to the Swinging Sixties when suave spies drove Italian sports cars, had consequence-free sex, and pulled insane stunts to complete the mission. Plus the clothing is so damn on point.
And dear sweet mother of Cthulhu but Armie Hammer is OMG *flailing* hot. He’s always been good-looking in a big, goofy, “Yes, I’m a football player but I also watch Doctor Who” sort of way, but slicking his hair down a bit and putting him in 60’s style suits elevates him to “Dear sweet mother of Cthulhu, why are my panties melting around my ankles?” status. (I don’t blame him for The Lone Ranger. There’s only so much you can do when Johnny Depp is wandering around your movie with a crow on his head.)
Oh, yeah, Henry Cavill is cute, too. But Henry is always cute as a big, square-jawed, blue-eyed button (and I must say his impression of Robert Vaughn’s speech patterns was astounding). Armie’s kind of the revelation here. So go see it, because I really want Guy Ritchie to make me a sequel.