Once again I’m sat in a cinema wishing I was watching Kick-Ass (2010). That was a disruptive riot of a movie that got the tone and the disrespect just right. Kingsman falls flat for being too much in love with what it should be tearing down. It doesn’t seem to get that being as good as one’s supposed betters is about more than just becoming one of them. It’s a fatal flaw.
Don’t get me wrong there is a lot to admire, including a jaw-dropping stand-out scene of mayhem, but even that is compromised through forced moral justification.
It’s also 30 mins too long and a mis-judged joke sees the film end on a staggeringly regressive note.