The movie is too long, too violent, too silly-too everything. Yet for those who enjoyed the original Kingsman, it is a more than adequate second act. To put it another way: First time satire, second time farce.
[Matthew] Vaughn hasn't only run out of things to say but people to hate, and without that underlying aggression, the movie feels like it's just going through the motions. Better luck next time, bruv.
If the first played like a simultaneous homage to and parody of Sean Connery's Bond, the second feels like a straight riff on the Roger Moore era: bloated, self-conscious, and smug, with only the occasional flash of nasty wit to put the edge on.
If the first Kingsman was a work of lol-nothing-matters provocation with a real mean streak, the second is a work of lol-nothing-matters laziness...
If you thought that the anal sex joke at the end of 'Kingsman: The Secret Service' was the funniest bit, you're in luck.
It's James Bond on laughing gas and too much of everything. Those who hated the first film will be double irritated. Screw 'em. True Kingsman fans will appreciate that the sequel lays on the violence, sex and politics three times thicker.
110 minutes or so in the middle of this 141-minute hero sandwich ... are a guily, guilty, guilty-your-honor pleasure.
In almost every way, Vaughn's new Kingsman is an unwieldly inflation of the original, although not so much by single-minded design as if by studio committee.
For the most part, the movie is too busy with its ungainly, underwhelming plotting to be even stupidly fun.