Good show, lads.
If ever there was a semi-entertaining movie that sabotages itself with tastelessness and misogyny, this is it.
On Day One of filming, they must have thrown away the moral compass and taken a group vow to splatter our sensibilities with stylish, gratuitous violence and one "Wait, what?!" moment after another.
Any sense of triumph is purely at the level of stuntcraft. The rest feels less than the sum of the moving parts.
Camping it up, Jackson is hilarious.
The set pieces manage to be both bold and old. A bloody shoot-out set in a Kentucky church, however, is just cold.
Frequently reactionary, bordering on retrograde, bordering on reprobate. But it's also a tremendous amount of fun.
Based on a comic book, Kingsman occasionally betrays its roots but Vaughn has adapted it to fit his unique approach.
It sounds fun in theory, I guess, and there are some entertaining moments of rude irreverence here and there but the giddiness gets a bit tedious after a while.