Booooo! Arygylle started off so good. It was like Bullet Train meets Kingsmen. Then, something went wrong. Very wrong. Either the writer changed, or the writer got high. I don't mean pointy green leaf high. I mean is this mushroom for pasta / where's my trusty Pookie-pipe high.... High, high, high, high, high, high!
The reverse Dirty Dancing routine, the gender reveal-esque grenade shenanigans and the Exxon Mobil Nancy Kerrigan special edition was all just too much.
I wanted to see this film since I saw the trailer, while watching Mission Impossible. They could have saved this for Peacock. Charlie Baltimore, come get this weird knockoff, and get me my money back.