Exactly no one was asking for this. So it's a surprise to discover that the bar for this movie is low enough to conga under.
As for Cavill, let us just say that the line between phlegmatic suavity and downright dullness is rather more easily breached than the Berlin Wall.
It's breezy and elegant - so breezily elegant it can make you laugh out loud from frame to frame.
This is one of those rare instances when a sequel wouldn't just be warranted - it would be welcomed.
While it looks good - Ritchie has always been a slick visual stylist - it's ultimately as passive as an old rerun.
There's still time this summer for another adaptation of a 1960s TV spy series. Generating the same amount of thrills, however, proves to be a true mission impossible.
Mesmerizing and clever, but more style than substance.
Though it's made with lots of modern tricks and technology, it's old-fashioned in the best sense, and not just because it's set in the Sixties.
It all winds up feeling hollow and even slightly oppressive, an enforced sense of fun jabbed within quotation marks. It aims for a silky lightness of touch but lands like a dropped slab of concrete.