A cyber attack that reveals the identities of all the Britain secret agents except Johnny English, makes a big challenge for the agency in general and for Johnny in particular, as he after his retirement, has to work again, in order to solve that case and finds out the suspect, but incidents come to climax, according to his lack knowledge in modern technology, the thing that struggles him, but he manages to overcome all the obstacles.
The pace is brisk, the jokes make up for in quantity what they lack in quality and the film never resorts to sleaze or meanness to earn its laughs. Knock yourself out.
I laughed throughout this funny, fabulous spy spoof, satisfied by the clever ideas and brilliant execution. Johnny English is British through and through and it is the marvelous touches of authenticity and humour that make it zing.
A lazily written and neglectfully directed mess that is clearly nothing more than fulfilment of the need to round out a trilogy. Totally uncalled for. A waste.
Screenwriter William Davies has to tread carefully, not pushing the implicit conservatism too far: English is skeptical about women in the military, for instance, but eventually learns to move with the times.
