Official Description: Based upon the acclaimed comic book and directed by Matthew Vaughn (Kick Ass, X-Men First Class), Kingsman: The Secret Service tells the story of a super-secret spy organization that recruits an unrefined but promising street kid into the agency’s ultra-competitive training program just as a global threat emerges from a twisted tech genius.
Unofficial Description: Well. I wanted to see this one in the theater, but, as these things go, that isn’t always possible. I don’t really do the RedBox thing, so after the movie left the theaters, it kinda was out of sight out of mind.
A couple of weeks ago, I happened to see it pop up on cable during one of those free preview of the premium channels and immediately set my DVR to record it.
The movie overall was good and entertaining. I liked how it played with the tropes of the gentleman spy genre. Loved Colin Firth and Samuel L. Jackson. The lisp was amusing. The action amazing. And there’s a lot of acting talent showcased throughout.
I didn’t like the very last scene of the movie, nor the moment – I don’t know, maybe 5-10 minutes before – that set it up. It felt odd and out of place, like a piece of a completely different movie someone, somewhere, thought would be ‘funny’, and it wasn’t. Not sure why it was even there.
In writing critique groups, we will often use the word ‘jarring’, as in, we were in the flow of the narrative and suddenly, something – it could even be a single word – made us stop and think, have a what the fuck moment because it doesn’t fit. That scene was such a moment.
I’ve never read the comics the movie was based on. I wouldn’t mind checking them out now, but don’t know it’s necessary to watch the movie.
