Since the February release of “Kingsman: The Secret Service”, I cannot find the comics for love or a reasonable amount of money. Private sellers, aka Amazon.com wolves, list their issues for exorbitant prices and my local comic shop held only the last 3 issues on its shelves. Obviously I can’t write a review on the last half of a comic book series without experiencing and causing some serious confusion.
Instead I saw the movie again, and enjoyed myself immensely. (The husband side-eyed me when I came home raving about my second viewing of the movie, but that’s because he- king of rationale- views me- the supremely excitable- with cautious confusion whilst I exhibit extreme excitability.) I texted our valiant leader Scott Deaux with a request to write a review, and, having received the go-ahead, proceeded to work for 9 days.
Finally I can say that the humor, the action, the need to listen very closely to the characters in order to decipher their accents- I loved it all. Here’s why.
- The main character, Gary “Eggsy” Unwin, is played by cinema newbie Taron Egerton. Eggsy unwisely mouths off a lot, jumps around, over, and down buildings like a Parkour devotee on cocaine, and has no job prospects. And yet he sports only clean, ironed clothes, watches out for his baby sister and mother, and displays fierce loyalty for his friends. Before long, he ends up facing jail time for stealing a car and then engaging in a truly epic runaway while attempting to evade the police. Enter a dapper older gentleman (and an intriguing backstory I had no problem believing) with a very expensive suit, and suddenly Eggsy is enrolled in Spy Training alongside some other louts with more understandable accents. Is the premise slightly ridiculous? Sure. Do I want to believe it could actually happen? Absolutely.
- Dapper older gentleman with a very expensive suit Harry Hart (spy name: Galahad, tee hee), played by Colin Firth, exudes the same kind of powerful charm as a potty-training toddler. You love him-even when he does awful, terrible, time-to-burn-my-eyes-out things with a machine-like efficiency that I’m sure took many, many takes for the director to perfect. His posh sarcasm is rivaled only by Eggsy’s Southern London wit, and the two play off each other marvelously. Their relationship isn’t particularly complex, nor does it smack of hero-worship, and as a result it lends a feeling of authenticity to a movie about a spy organization “above the levels of government” that has to combat a squeamish criminal mastermind intent on kidnapping the world’s celebrities and then finishing off the rest of the human race in a grievously bloody way.
- Puppies, umbrella-guns, CGI fireworks in place of exploding heads, Samuel L. Jackson serving McDonald’s at a very fancy dinner, Gazelle, pub brawls, and the unrelenting stream of snark that wedged itself into nearly every scene in the entire movie.
It’s slightly ridiculous and at the same time utterly sane, filled with action and humor and, for some reason, an entirely unnecessary female character named Roxy who serves no other purpose except to haphazardly provide some sexual tension before being friend-zoned.
Speaking of tension, for some reason the producers of this movie felt the need to tack on some unnecessary sexual content at the very tail-end of the movie. (I can hear the puns now… stop it.) This is the only part of the movie which I disliked, as it adds nothing of value to either character engaging in the activity, nor to the storyline, and I feel that the scene is a cheap, last-minute shot to generate “buzz” for a movie that doesn’t need any help. Skip the last scene but stay in the theatre for one last brawl. It’s all worth it, in the end.
~ Shiera Carter ~
*Note that this is not a movie I would take anyone younger than fifteen to see. Not all the blood is turned into CGI fireworks, and you don’t want a child unfamiliar with British accents asking, “What did they say?” every 40 seconds. But mainly, there’s a lot of blood.
*Colin Firth is one of my favorite actors, and in no way does he resemble a toddler. It was a metaphor pertaining to his acting ability. Dissenters can go watch “Pride and Prejudice” a few times.