If you feel waterboarded under the wet blanket of Daniel Craig’s James Bond, then Kingsman : A Secret Service, has come to your rescue. If you prefer to see your spies humping rather than hungover, then you will appreciate Kingsman’s damsel in distress, a Swedish princess who tells the hero that he can fuck her ass if he saves the world. When the movie Austin Powers came out in 1997, it forced the gentleman spy thriller to take a hard look in the mirror and reinvent itself. Clichés like the monologue’ing villain, sexy double-crossing love interest, and elaborate escape had become punch lines. In a world shattered by the reality of 9/11, the sexy fun of the gentleman spy seemed cheesy and dated. It wasn’t “edgy” enough. Enter the more visceral and grounded action spy thrillers like The Bourne Identity series and the re-born dark and gritty Bond films helmed by Daniel Craig. The fight scenes were better choreographed and landed with a cheek-splitting thud. Who wanted a hero that morose, who has the best job in the world, but goes about it like he was snaking a toilet. Where did the fun gadgets go? Where’s the sexy stud? Sultry turncoat arm-candy? The last Bond film seemed to even went so far as to make fun of the audience’s love of spy-gadgets. When Bond is disappointed after receiving only a tracker and gun, the new, mop-top Q said, “Were you expecting an exploding pen? We don’t really go in for those anymore.” The writers of Kingsman must have heard that line as a challenge because they have filled their movie with exploding lighters and poisoned pens.
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