Imagine the most contrived, convoluted story re: a mousy author of Bond-like spy novels (played by a plumped Bryce Dallas Howard) who finds out her outlandish books are closer to real-crime documentaries than she could've imagined, and her "male-model" hero), Agent Argylle (played by ex-Superdude Henry Cavill) and the agent's right-hand man, Wyatt (portrayed by the ex-professional wrestling strongman John Cena) far less fictional than she believed them to be. Then make a movie that's 3/4 hour too long, and with far too many corny stunts and elaborate effects. Can the resulting film be at all watchable? Yes, and two words are the one & only reason: SAM ROCKWELL. Not since "Mr. Right" has Rockwell been this combination of charming leading man and lethal killing machine (and as always, deft dancer). By taking his roles seriously only when he must & injecting silliness whenever possible, he absolutely owns another movie that fails on almost every other level humanly conceivable. He has firmly and undeniably entered my list of top-3 working actors., for both comedy & drama.
