Triunfo Del Amor - Based on Mark Millar's comic book, this satire follows the exploits of hapless teen Dave (Johnson), who wants to be a superhero, despite having no superpowers at all.
Film This is not the DC or Marvel universe, this is the real world where getting shot means bloody pain and apathy rules when small-time hoods shake you down for money. So when he gets out there for the first time, he not only gets laughed at 224 la Bruce Wayne in Batman Begins, but he gets the s**t kicked out of him.
Dave's painful road to hero takes an interesting turn when he starts inspiring all sorts of imitators, including a memorable screen duo in Big Daddy and Hit Girl.
Nicolas Cage inverts all his baggage (but still manages a dorky hairstyle) to be cool again, but it is Chloe Moretz as the prepubescent killing machine who really sends chills down your spine.
As the milkshake drinking Mindy she's as cute as a button, which makes her knife-wielding, gun-toting alter ego even scarier.
Once she gets going the film becomes uncom-fortable to watch not only because of the gratuitous violence but because it is a child doing it.
Mark Strong is the mob boss, Frank D'Amico, who inspires all the mayhem when he decides Kick-Ass is responsible for all his troubles. In yet another memorable performance, Strong is THE bad guy, unravelling in a coke-snorting, whiskey-swilling haze of note.
This film doesn't so much kick you in the behind as knock you out and leave you dangling from a lamppost with a sneaking suspicion that you might just have been had. The violence just looks so Tarantino-esque cool and it's even got all these smart references to how the story plays out on social networking websites.
It's clearly well made, with the computer-generated images used to enhance the movie - and not as the only reason to watch it - plus Red Mist (Mitz-Plasse) has such nifty gadgets. But, maybe Kick-Ass had it right when he (once again) gets the stuffing knocked out of him and is asked why he'd go to so much trouble for someone he doesn't know. He points at the people filming him on their cellphones from the safety of a well-lit restaurant and asks: "And three assholes, laying into one guy while everyone else watches? And you wanna know what's wrong with me?"
Totally relishing its profanity, the film is ultra-violent, vulgar and creates a new set of pulp icons. Heaven help us.
Film This is not the DC or Marvel universe, this is the real world where getting shot means bloody pain and apathy rules when small-time hoods shake you down for money. So when he gets out there for the first time, he not only gets laughed at 224 la Bruce Wayne in Batman Begins, but he gets the s**t kicked out of him.
Dave's painful road to hero takes an interesting turn when he starts inspiring all sorts of imitators, including a memorable screen duo in Big Daddy and Hit Girl.
Nicolas Cage inverts all his baggage (but still manages a dorky hairstyle) to be cool again, but it is Chloe Moretz as the prepubescent killing machine who really sends chills down your spine.
As the milkshake drinking Mindy she's as cute as a button, which makes her knife-wielding, gun-toting alter ego even scarier.
Once she gets going the film becomes uncom-fortable to watch not only because of the gratuitous violence but because it is a child doing it.
Mark Strong is the mob boss, Frank D'Amico, who inspires all the mayhem when he decides Kick-Ass is responsible for all his troubles. In yet another memorable performance, Strong is THE bad guy, unravelling in a coke-snorting, whiskey-swilling haze of note.
This film doesn't so much kick you in the behind as knock you out and leave you dangling from a lamppost with a sneaking suspicion that you might just have been had. The violence just looks so Tarantino-esque cool and it's even got all these smart references to how the story plays out on social networking websites.
It's clearly well made, with the computer-generated images used to enhance the movie - and not as the only reason to watch it - plus Red Mist (Mitz-Plasse) has such nifty gadgets. But, maybe Kick-Ass had it right when he (once again) gets the stuffing knocked out of him and is asked why he'd go to so much trouble for someone he doesn't know. He points at the people filming him on their cellphones from the safety of a well-lit restaurant and asks: "And three assholes, laying into one guy while everyone else watches? And you wanna know what's wrong with me?"
Totally relishing its profanity, the film is ultra-violent, vulgar and creates a new set of pulp icons. Heaven help us.
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