Matthew Vaughn’s Argylle is cheeky, dumb, and mildly fun. It’s also way overlong. What it does have going for it, however, is an infectious energy. Of course, our director is known for creating dynamic action sequences, and we get a couple quality ones here. In fact, there’s an early-on train fight that encompasses some impressive editing techniques as it cuts between Henry Cavill and Sam Rockwell mid fisticuffs. As in, one second it’s Rockwell winding up for an attack only for him to turn into Cavill who lands the blow (and vice versa). If you’re wondering why the actor/character interchange, well, it’s because the movie’s heroine, Ally, has some “reality issues.” I won’t say more in order to avoid spoilers, but let’s just say it’s way more convoluted than it needs to be. The film is also not as clever as it thinks it is. I mean, there is maybe one decent surprise, but the other ten or so revelations are as predictable as ever. I get that this is a deconstruction of the spy genre, but the campy spin is tiresome by the end. Nothing can be taken seriously, and therefore nothing really resonates. Not the half-hearted romance nor the villainous master plan (that has something to do with oil?). In the end, it’s just a silly celebrity-infested shoot ‘em up with half-hearted special effects. Plus, the unsurprising mid-credit’s scene isn’t anything to cheer about. Alas, it’s all just “ok.” And, it’s perfectly ok to skip it.