Kingsman

Yesterday I went with Mrs. Hatboy and Mr. and Mrs. Brkn to watch Kingsman: Secret Service. I’m not sure what I was expecting with this movie, but I’d seen a trailer for it and it looked like fun.

Actually, that day I had been fortunate enough to enjoy lunch with the Old Guard, a select group of Lionbridgers (aka. Lionbrides) who had started in 2005, same as me. We went to this trendy North African / Middle Eastern restaurant and had a huge buffet blow-out, and a few drinks, so I was bloated and waddling and more than a little drunk by the time I arrived to watch the movie. Afterwards, we went to a Mexican restaurant for dinner and stuffed ourselves all over again.

But right. Kingsman: Secret Service. It was a really surprisingly good and highly entertaining movie, I really recommend it. There were some excellent performances from Caine, Firth, and the inestimable Jackson. Even Hamill did a nice job, I wouldn’t have recognised him from his accent and bearing. Never took him for an actual actor before.

And the newcomer, who plays the role of Eggsy, was really excellent. The portrayal of a working-lower-class character undergoing a transformation into a “gentleman” – and all the accompanying social statements – was beautifully handled. The quality of what makes a man (or, indeed, woman) was very cleverly done.

Lancelot’s character was nicely done too, and I liked the way the movie managed to create a strong bond of friendship between strong male and female characters without them needing to have any kind of romantic or sexual connection. It was … I don’t know, mature.

The action was relentless, the violent aspects of the plot were brutal, the plot twists and upsets were merciless, and the gadgets were purely ridick. Put Bond to shame. In fact, I would go so far as to say that with Bond himself falling out of the ludicrous “gentleman spy” role and back into his more thuggish “MI5 Mister Wolf” role, the position is open and the Kingsmen are perfect for the job. They were over-the-top while maintaining a charm – and certainly a likeability – that I think pre-Craig Bonds increasingly lacked.

Let’s give the Kingsmen the job. I want to see more of this sort of hilarious, exhilarating, clever action.

And damned if the Brits don’t just add class to everything they do.

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4 Responses to Kingsman

  1. JonathanBloom says:

    Agreed on everything. I was happily surprised at how classy the movie ended up being, despite having such lowbrow humor.

    • stchucky says:

      Absolutely agreed! I thought Jackson’s lisp would be gratuitous, but it was just an interesting quirk to a character and really well-played. And … well, the Princess of Sweden wasn’t exactly the finest moment in cinematic history, but it was funny. I don’t know, maybe it was the sheer contrast that made it work. Sort of like the way Eggsy said “bruv”.

    • stchucky says:

      And I forgot to add, Arthur’s last words as opposed to his entire character and attitude. Brilliant contrast.

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