August 20, 2010

Justify My Netflix: Kick-Ass

(Like many Netflix customers, I too can get quite lax with the timely watching and returning of my movies, which of course defeats the entire purpose of having a flat-rate rental plan in the first place. To combat that, I am now writing standardized mini-reviews of each and every movie I end up watching through Netflix, both instantly and on DVD. Don't forget, all previous 'Justify My Netflix' reviews can be found on CCLaP's main movie page.)


Today's movie: Kick-Ass, 2010 (Amazon | IMDB | Netflix | Wikipedia)

Why I added it to my queue: Because this was the big buzz film this year among the nerd set, an adaptation of the comic-book series by revered industry figure Mark Millar concerning what it would actually look like out in the real world if a group of teenagers really did decide one day to try donning costumes and fighting crime.

The reality: So are you ready for the most controversial statement to run here at CCLaP all year? Okay, here it is -- Kick-Ass f-cking sucked. Start your angry comments, Facebookers! I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm sure it'll be highly loved by all the violent little 12-year-olds in your life; but with such a clunky, immature, groan-inducing script at the heart of it, I'm not sure how any actual grown-up could say with a straight face that they enjoyed it themselves. And also, yes, just like Roger Ebert, I'm one of the people who was horrified by the level of violence and cursing displayed here by the 11-year-old Chloe Grace Moretz, which would've been fine if not eye-rolling if played off as a funny joke ("Ha ha! A little girl said 'c-nt!' Ha ha!"), but instead is played for non-ironic drama in the film itself, the tale of this sad, manipulated little girl who's been literally turned into a psychopath by her revenge-obsessed ex-cop father; and I have to confess, I find nothing about that situation funny or cute at all. I'm going to have to check out the original comics now, because I suspect that this is one of those cases of a ridiculously broad concept that actually works in a medium like that, but that completely falls apart when trying to film it in the real world with real actors (see for example most of the work of Clive Barker); but I have to say, when it comes to the movie itself, I found the whole thing more depressing than even vaguely entertaining, and agree with others that it marks a new low point in human history as far as what we now find appropriate for pre-teen audiences.

Strangest piece of trivia: Although never mentioned in the actual movie, the credits reveal that the names of the villain's heavies are the same as the members of British pop group The Spice Girls.

Worth your time? Not in any conceivable way whatsoever

Filed by Jason Pettus at 2:23 PM, August 20, 2010. Filed under: Movies | Reviews |