SHE BEGINS TO BELIEVE IN MOVIES AGAIN!
Such was my experience of belatedly finally getting around to Kick-Ass (2010). The thing about Kick-Ass (2010) is its the first movie I've seen in a while that actually knows its audience. If you're going to make a superhero movie, who likes superheros? Nerds. Great, throw in a nerd as the main character. And what do comic books have copious amounts of? Cartoon violence. Throw a shit ton of that in there. Who likes violence? The mafia. Great, give our villain roots in the mafia. And you're good to fucking go.
Granted, this movie got a hell of a lot of help from the fact that it was based of a comic book. Still, what I give this movie the most credit for was the fact that it didn't shy away from anything. We had 11-year old assassins, who literally had a thirst for blood. No toning that down. This isn't Spy Kids, after all (still love you, Rodriguez). Not only that, but the stakes are high. It plays with a comic book lightness, but there's heavy weights on each of these character's shoulders. As Nicolas Cage's character, the assassin father figure says, they've "turned it into a game". Behind the shiny costumes and the quick one-liners, we've got betrayal, death, vengeance. This could've turned into Boondock Saints (1999) if they weren't careful. On top of that all, these kids get into some serious fucking trouble. These aren't sandbox sports. They get threatened, tortured, and beaten to all hell. And yes. Mark Strong roundhouse kicks a 11 year old girl in the face and I suddenly love him even more. Whatever that says about me.
As for the other actors, I could find fault with no one. Mark Strong was amazing, but he always is. Even if his British weaved in and out of his accent at the start, he nailed the role anyway, playing the perfect tough-guy take-no-prisoners gangster. Cool forehead scar and everything. I could literally watch that scene where he riles himself up enough to get back on the powder about a million times in a row (aka: "Mommy? I want a Kick-Ass party. Dumb little fucks."). And even though they only had one real scene together, his chemistry with Chloe Moretz was off the hook. But it might've just had something to do with the fact that they were the two most badass characters in the entire film, and the reel sizzled a little when it tried to fit them both in it.
|Don't mess with Hit-Girl.|
In short? I don't know why it took a damn hurricane to get me to see this movie. The characters were badass, the untamed violence was perfect, and the story was tight. Plus, with Mark Strong, Dexter Fletcher, and Jason Flemyng, I'm feeling a Guy Ritchie reunion coming on. Oh, and did I mention there's a fucking bazooka? Thank fuck for Irene.