Kingsman - The Secret Service (SPOILER-FREE)
Cert: 15 / 129 mins / Dir. Matthew Vaughn / Trailer
From several very interesting, if oddly non-committal, trailers comes what I can only describe as a grinning fucking powerhouse of a film. The writing team of Matthew Vaughn and Jane Goldman (Kick-Ass, X-Men First Class) bring Kingsman: The Secret Service to our screens, with the charm and ethos of an old-school Bond movie and the language and violence of... well, Kick-Ass.
Spy-flick tropes and tributes are presented, name-checked and given a playful clip round the ear in this tale of a young ne'er do well inducted into a highly secretive intelligence agency just in time to save the world from a technology wielding maniac. As well as the sophisticated British sleekness and massive amounts of gleeful (yet surprisingly dry) violence, the film is above all fun. Ridiculous amounts of fun. It would have been easy to rely on the Austin Powers route for the film's laughs, but thankfully outright-silliness isn't really on the agenda in Kingsman (well, other than the 'rule the world' silliness which is inherent to this sort of thing anyway). The laughs are there, but they're based around the characters themselves, or some good old fashioned swearing. I can honestly say I haven't been this entertained by a movie since Iron Man 3 (or Avengers if IM3 wasn't your bag).
Colin Firth, Samuel L Jackson, Taron Egerton, Sofia Boutella, Sophie Cookson, Mark Strong, Mark Hamill: all outstanding. Michael Caine is Michael Caine, but that's not necessarily a bad thing in this instance. Hey, he's good at being Michael Caine.
On the downside (and there's always a downside), Kingsman is about 20 minutes too long overall, and there are one or two of moments of questionable humour which momentarily pulled me out of my reverie*1. That said, I won't go into those points here as I can't dissect them without delving into plot and character developments, and they still don't tarnish what - for me - is an absolute contender for Film Of The Year (yes, another one. Already).
A joyously foul-mouthed triumph of style and adrenaline, Kingsman does for KC and the Sunshine Band what Shaun of the Dead did for Queen.
Manners maketh the man; please do go and see Kingsman: The Secret Service.
It certainly is.
It's a buyer; massive re-watch potential, here.
In the case of Firth and Jackson, it just might.
*looks over spectacles...*.
I must admit that in all the excitement I wasn't actually listening out for one.
Kingsman is the only place you're going to find Mark 'Skywalker' Hamill and Sam 'Windu' Jackson bonding over a 1962 scotch whisky this year.
*1 Although The Church Scene wasn't one of them. I don't care what anyone says, I thought that was fucking immense.
• ^^^ That's dry, British humour, and most likely sarcasm or facetiousness.
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