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Kingsman: The Secret Service
I expected more, especially after all the hype it received back then. In the end, I couldn't even finish it while having a beer; I dropped it halfway through. The setting is a nauseatingly British one, with ridiculous, over-the-top fight scenes involving dismemberment. There are rare, unfunny attempts at lowbrow humor, and I felt embarrassed by the forced attempts to add a touch of sophistication – apparently, that's what the average Brit considers stylish (suits and ties, prim faces behind glasses, and cringe-worthy codenames for the agents). The lisping black guy in a rapper's cap and his legless waitress felt like a bad Tarantino rip-off or a children's spy movie. The plot, which already seemed absurd, didn't progress at all in the first hour – everyone just runs around, jumps through hoops in a Mary Sue fashion, while listening to pompous music from The Avengers and receiving moral lectures that were poorly disguised as wise words, like something out of a Game of Thrones scene with Tyrion Lannister. Some say that Asian cinema makes people uncomfortable with its intense emotions, and I felt something similar here. Maybe it's some kind of global island-civilization theme. Overall, it felt like this movie was made to be watched while stoned with a group of friends. I watched the third installment, about World War II; it's a mediocre movie, but at least the setting was more interesting, and it wasn't as stuffy. Yet, its rating is much lower, but I wouldn't say it's worse. In conclusion, after ten years, I finally closed this chapter, but it was all for nothing.
I expected more, especially after all the hype it received back then. In the end, I couldn't even finish it while having a beer; I dropped it halfway through. The setting is a nauseatingly British one, with ridiculous, over-the-top fight scenes involving dismemberment. There are rare, unfunny attempts at lowbrow humor, and I felt embarrassed by the forced attempts to add a touch of sophistication – apparently, that's what the average Brit considers stylish (suits and ties, prim faces behind glasses, and cringe-worthy codenames for the agents). The lisping black guy in a rapper's cap and his legless waitress felt like a bad Tarantino rip-off or a children's spy movie. The plot, which already seemed absurd, didn't progress at all in the first hour – everyone just runs around, jumps through hoops in a Mary Sue fashion, while listening to pompous music from The Avengers and receiving moral lectures that were poorly disguised as wise words, like something out of a Game of Thrones scene with Tyrion Lannister. Some say that Asian cinema makes people uncomfortable with its intense emotions, and I felt something similar here. Maybe it's some kind of global island-civilization theme. Overall, it felt like this movie was made to be watched while stoned with a group of friends. I watched the third installment, about World War II; it's a mediocre movie, but at least the setting was more interesting, and it wasn't as stuffy. Yet, its rating is much lower, but I wouldn't say it's worse. In conclusion, after ten years, I finally closed this chapter, but it was all for nothing.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
