Kick-Ass duo Matthew Vaughn and writing partner Jane Goldman have returned to the comic books of cult heroes Mark Millar and David Gibbons, to create a ludicrous and outrageous espionage romp that gets its gags from pastiching James Bond, while gently poking fun at sixties TV shows (The Avengers; The Prisoner). The result is surprisingly fun - just be prepared to leave all sense of logic at the cinema door!
Colin Firth plays Harry Hart, aka agent ‘Galahad’ an impeccably dressed senior member of a highly-secret covert ops unit called the Kingsmen. With head of the organisation, Arthur, (Caine) looking to recruit new members to the elite spy team located in a secret Savile Row base, Harry uses the opportunity to repay an old debt. Enter teenage tearaway Gary ‘Eggy’ Unwin (Egerton), a young kid from the wrong side of the tracks, who quickly puts the various posh recruits in their place.
Of course, no spy action adventure would be complete without a badass villain and Kingsman presents one of the finest in cinematic history. Cue, over-the-top notorious tech-genius billionaire Richmond Valentine (Jackson), who plans to combat climate change by eliminating the vast majority of the world’s inhabitants, with infected SIM cards, all while dancing to KC and the Sunshine Band’s Give It Up.
Newcomer Taron Egerton is likeable and makes a fine debut. Firth makes a surprisingly good lead, it’s refreshing to see his Mr. Darcy persona living on the wilder side of life. Caine makes a decent cameo in the flick, while Mark Hamill is sure to make you giggle as the kidnapped scientist with a ground-breaking theory about global warming.
From his phobia of blood to his love of Big Macs, Samuel L Jackson is smashing as the lisping villain, while his deadly sidekick, played by Algerian actress Sofia Boutella, gives a killer performance.
Vaughn's direction is on point and stylish for the best part, which is supported by the sharp script that is packed with quickfire gags and slick 60s style gadgets (bulletproof umbrellas; memory erasing pens; killer brogues).
While Vaughn’s envelope pushing warrants credit, there are parts of the film that are a bit rough around the edges – notably the closing joke that doesn't fit with the tone of the movie - or the church massacre scene to the tune of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Free Bird.
While Colin Firth may not take his martini shaken in Kingsman, this Bond-esque flick, packs just enough punch to keep your senses stirring throughout.