Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre

For the most part, this is a fun time at the movies. There’s laughter, action, and movie stars playing to their strengths. It’s exactly what audiences expect to see from Ritchie and that’s its main selling point.

Classic recent Ritchie: star-studded, snarky, and ultimately grating, lousy with weird glasses and bad accents. This thing is so slight, a Xerox of a Xerox of a Xerox of a “Mission: Impossible” that it’s barely a movie.

There’s less action than one might expect and the character development is so thin that even when a character is in danger, it’s hard to care.

Everybody in Operation Fortune — yes, even Ritchie — seems to be having fun. Sometimes, that’s all you need.

Operation Fortune is a perfectly fine Guy Ritchie film, full of the requisite glam locations, sharp tailoring, and smug heroes, but Hugh Grant elevates this brisk, breezy action movie every minute he’s on screen.

Judging from his latest, the English action director is trudging through the motions.

The title may be unwieldy, its plot inconsequential, and its behind-the-scenes backstory bizarre, this is an entertaining action romp.

It's pretty well done... It does deliver on what it does, and it's got really good light touches.

Operation Fortune stalls after a relatively promising opening and never recovers. By the end, I was completely disengaged from what was happening on screen.

A weightless and dizzying globetrotting caper that still delivers a refreshing dose of cheeky entertainment.