Film plays for cheap laughs

Western Suburbs Weekly - - Film -

MIKE My­ers poked plenty of fun at the sleazy James Bond cliches with his overly hairy Austin Pow­ers se­ries (yeah baby!) but with the gritty re­boot of James Bond in re­cent years, the lon­grun­ning fran­chise was ripe for re-spoof­ing.

A cheeky vi­o­lent streak runs through­out Kings­man: The Se­cret Ser­vice, turn­ing the idea of the gen­tle­manly spy on its head.

Lon­don mis­fit Gary ' Eg­gsy' Un­win (Taron Eger­ton), who lives in the slums with his mother and abu­sive step-dad, learns his late bi­o­log­i­cal fa­ther had a se­cret iden­tity – he was a Kings­man, a deadly se­cret ser­vice agent.

Harry Hart (Colin Firth) is an agent of the English up­per-mid­dle-class mould who re­cruits Eg­gsy, putting him through rig­or­ous train­ing with a group of oth­ers and ef­fect­ing a MyFairLady style trans­for­ma­tion in him, from hood­lum to re­fined man.

The joke is thin but direc­tor and co-writer Matthew Vaughn gets se­ri­ous mileage out of it.

One of the many high­lights is watch­ing Firth one minute be­have once again like Mr Darcy, then the next slice and dice the en­emy with aplomb.

Vaughn takes the au­da­cious hu­mour a step too far in its fi­nal mo­ments with a par­tic­u­larly dis­taste­ful gag that threat­ens to soil the fun that has come be­fore it.

Sa­muel L. Jack­son is a hoot as an evil man­child with plans to dras­ti­cally re­duce the world’s pop­u­la­tion, but his over-the-top thick lisp is played for the cheap­est of laughs.

Vaughn wants his au­di­ence to en­joy this, and if you can han­dle brazen jokes and blood­shed, you will cer­tainly feel you got your money’s worth.

Colin Firth in Kings­man: The Se­cret Ser­vice, open­ing Fe­bru­ary 5.

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