Kick-Ass
Comic book fans need only have seen the brilliant ends to which the medium can be adapted in the mesmerising The Dark Knight and the impressive Watchmen to know that in the right - most often R-rated – hands, it can be thoroughly entertaining while maintaining a cutting, subversive edge. Matthew Vaughn’s Kick-Ass, adapted from the comic by Mark Millar and John Romita Jr., falls somewhat short of being a genre classic due to reinforcing convention more than it reinvents it, but it’s still quite the exercise in visceral action and wild outlandishness.
Dave Lizewski (Aaron Johnson) is your archetypal nerd loser, spending the majority of his time locked away in his room jacking off, while lamenting the fact that there aren’t any superheroes in real life. Fed up with the world’s injustice, he decides to suit-up, naming himself Kick-Ass and aiming to rid the streets of evil-doers. In this stead he becomes an overnight Internet phenomenon, a double-edged sword which also brings him to the attention of mobster Frank D'Amico (Mark Strong, whose manages a great American accent here), who wants to keep the city’s denizens hopeless. Along the way, Dave’s antics inspire others to suit up, such as D’Amico’s own son, donning a cape and the moniker Red Mist (Christopher Mintz-Plasse), while some real superheroes - Hit-Girl (Chloe Moretz) and Big Daddy (Nicolas Cage) – take out the trash with more convincing (and more violent) pizzazz.
From the opening moments of Kick-Ass, where every sort of trite superhero catchphrase is ironically hurled at the viewer, it’s evident that this is a revisionist little riff attempting to invert the tropes of the genre, shamelessly wearing the hilarious slogan, “with no power comes no responsibility”, across its chest. How well Kick-Ass rattles the cages is a matter for debate, though, because while Vaughn and his enthusiastic cast certainly tick a lot of boxes, the film often rehashes the same romance arcs and stock characters we’ve become long bored of.
That said, there is still plenty to like here; the banter between Dave and his friends at a cafe, where they recoil at the thought that Paris Hilton is a more prominent role model than a superhero, is genuinely smart, although lacks the casual Superbad vibe they were clearly going for, perhaps because the two supporting characters aren’t especially well developed. Still, while Aaron Johnson – who scored a knockout in his portrayal of a young John Lennon in last year’s Nowhere Boy – is serviceable, the real reason to watch Kick-Ass is a very different beast altogether.
If you’re even acutely aware of this film, you’re probably familiar with the name Hit Girl. Chloe Moretz, who most memorably starred as the precocious young sister in last year’s excellent (500) Days of Summer, ensures her name won’t be forgotten any time soon, with an audacious, C-word-dropping turn that’s the film’s sure highlight. She is a pre-teen superhero who mercilessly wastes the baddies in cold blood under the supervision of her ex-cop father, Big Daddy, played by Nicholas Cage (with a marvellous Adam West impersonation) in not only one of the film’s more knowing performances, but also one of Cage’s better recent roles.
The first glimpse we get of Cage and Moretz is as they are practising combat; Cage puts a bullet-proof vest on her and then, without as much as a blink, fires a couple of bullets into her chest to prepare her for the feeling of being shot. Though their unconventional relationship is played for laughs, it’s also oddly sweet, hitting the right emotional peaks throughout and helping drive the third act forward in particular, while also being fearless enough to show the father-daughter team in less-glamorous moments, such as when they brutally murder a gangster in a car crusher.
It’s a bit of a slog to reach these gold moments, though, for the opening half-hour goes through the distended rigmarole that has plagued even more serious-minded superhero ventures, endlessly hammering home our hapless hero’s ineptitude while not really getting the ball moving. Similarly, later on, the film breaks off for several stylish but overlong asides, causing things to teeter close to filmmaker indulgence. To this token, the endless pop culture referencing also gets tired quite quickly, and evokes an air of self-conscious smugness at times.
Nevertheless, once our hero is established, the film really hits its stride, savagely mocking the cult of celebrity through Kick-Ass’s own fast ascent to fame, all off the back of one YouTube clip showing him beating up a local gang. With Kick-Ass soon enough having his own merchandising brands and even his own impersonators, Vaughn amusingly, often darkly, knocks this sort of crass idolatry, unmistakably bashing those bystanders who lament the city’s gang problems while hypocritically doing nothing to help, and in fact, often revelling in the violence.
Though the vast majority of the superhero mockery is broad – for the characters themselves hilariously mention that Big Daddy has more than a passing, perhaps copyright-infringing resemblance to Batman – there are a few smarter remarks throughout, particularly with regard to the essence of the superhero mythos, and what a hero should and shouldn’t do. Red Mist, as the son of D’Amico, has access to all kinds of snazzy weaponry and technology, but it’s against Kick-Ass’s notion that anyone, regardless of race, age, gender, or social circumstance, can be a superhero, and while this friction isn’t realised with much depth, it’s one of the film’s more interesting, surely more philosophical notions.
Its status as a postmodern superhero pic par excellence is debatable at best, but the action crowd are sure to get their money’s worth, for Kick-Ass’s final reel delivers scene after scene of wild, frenetic action, beginning with a montage of Big Daddy dispatching D’Amico’s goons, and ending with a climax simply too deliciously demented to spoil. In these scenes, the real star of the show is director Vaughn who, having previously helmed the excellent Layer Cake and so-so Stardust, reveals himself to be an assured action director that certainly has a future alongside Zack Snyder as a go-to-guy for pulpy material of this kind.
Kick-Ass is a film not easily dismissed, but neither is it a totally satisfying one; it defaults often to the same conventions it claims to flout, and is certainly far too long. However, the blitzkrieg of action in the film’s second half is worth admission alone, the plot is pleasantly self-contained, and a star-making turn from Moretz is unforgettable, with Nicholas Cage’s manic appearance sealing the deal.
Rating: 7/10