Let’s be clear: you watch Atomic Blonde for the fights. And they are extraordinary.
Here’s a critical review of Atomic Blonde (2017), focusing on its style, action, and place in the spy genre.
If the action is a 10, the espionage plot is a 5.
The story—a double-crossing hunt for a stolen “list” of every operative in Berlin—is deliberately convoluted. We jump between Lorraine’s black-and-white debriefing (complete with a scenery-chewing Toby Jones and a deadpan John Goodman) and her flashback mission. There are KGB moles, CIA opportunists, French contacts, and a slippery spy named Percival (a brilliantly weaselly Eddie Marsan).
The problem is that the twists aren’t earned. By the third act, you stop caring who is betraying whom because the film has established that everyone is lying. The big reveals land with a shrug. Furthermore, the subplot with Sofia Boutella’s French agent Delphine feels underdeveloped—a sensual detour that hints at intimacy but gets abandoned when the next explosion goes off.