Cal catches up with the Kingsman boys for a post-modern love letter to spy movies. No pressure, Spectre.
2015’s Kingsman: The Secret Service represents a reunion for filmmaker Matthew Vaughn and graphic novelist Mark Millar, whose previous collaboration resulted in the instant classic that was Kick-Ass. Much like that 2010 cult gem, Kingsman is a deliriously over-the-top action-comedy about a wayward young man who finds his direction in life by assimilating a real-life version of mythic heroism from popular culture. But whereas Kick-Ass set its knowing, satirical sights on American superhero movies, Kingsman is a defiantly British pastiche of old-school, gentlemanly spy movies like the long-running James Bond franchise. It fundamentally plays out like a crude, ultraviolent 007 adventure with a tinge of Men in Black in its narrative DNA, and, thanks to the deft directorial hand of Vaughn, the resulting flick is an absolute blast.
An intelligent but misguided young adult, Londoner Eggsy Unwin (Taron Egerton) lost his dad under mysterious circumstances, which has haunted him for years. After being arrested, Eggsy is approached by the enigmatic Harry Hart (Colin Firth) who seeks to recruit Eggsy to become a Kingsman agent. The Kingsman is a highly classified secret service organisation invisible to the public eye, and, as it turns out, Eggsy’s father died as a recruit on Harry’s watch. Given the opportunity to follow in his father’s footsteps, Eggsy is put through the training process, where he’s given a punishing introduction to the service by Merlin (Mark Strong). But Eggsy and Harry soon face a formidable adversary in the form of lisping billionaire Richmond Valentine (Samuel L. Jackson), who looks to implement a secret weapon that could kill billions of people.
Whereas most brainless action blockbusters fail to pay much mind to storytelling, Kingsman is surprisingly sedate for its first two thirds, with the occasional violent scene but mostly focusing on Eggsy’s training and Harry’s investigation of Valentine’s shady business. It’s rare for a spy movie to actually focus on the schooling aspect, which allows Kingsman to stand out as unique. Written by Vaughn and frequent collaborator Jane Goldman, the picture is essentially an origins tale, but Vaughn is wise by splitting focus between Eggsy and Harry, in turn maintaining sufficient momentum and shaking up the archetypal formula. Vaughn capably brings us up-to-speed on the Kingsman and how they operate, on top of securing relationships and establishing the central villainous plot. As Vaughn himself stated, all the best villains in spy movies are grounded in a sense of reality, and Valentine ticks this box, with the character being based off the likes of Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg. It is scaringly plausible for a big tech company to act like a classic James Bond villain. Better, Valentine’s theory behind his sinister machinations actually does make sense… and he’s not in it for money.
All the build-up leads to an action-heavy final third that’s well worth the wait. Vaughn further confirms his talents when it comes to staging frenetic action sequences, whipping up a frenzy of insane, off-the-hook and exceedingly violent confrontations peppered with wonderfully creative touches. Kick-Ass had the young Chloë Moretz killing a room full of goons to the theme tune from Banana Splits, and here we have heads exploding like colourful fireworks, and images of the general public slaughtering each other to the gleeful tune of “Give It Up.” But the picture’s centrepiece is the irresistibly un-PC church scene in which Valentine tests his mind control ray, compelling Harry to slaughter a good fifty Westborough Baptist Church-style caricatures. The sequence is an utter contrivance, nothing but an excuse for Harry to show off his incredible skills in battle without him being held in any way accountable for his actions. And yet, it’s so competently staged and deliriously enjoyable that it undeniably works. 007 adventures are mostly suitable for kids, but Kingsman is an R-rated actioner, with Vaughn permitting blood spurts and some insane moments of violence. The camerawork is a bit on the frenetic side, though, and the movie might have been superior with smoother cinematography.
Just as Kick-Ass took the piss out of superhero iconography, Kingsman is a post-modernist spin on spy movies, merrily finding its own weirdly quirky and at times pitch-black voice. Valentine, for instance, may be a stereotypical bad guy, but speaks with a lisp and has an aversion to blood – he projectile vomits if he sees so much as one drop. The finale, meanwhile, contains a rather left-field anal sex joke that had this reviewer in stitches (but others might find a bit beyond the pale).
Kingsman is undeniably bolstered by smart casting, with Firth in particular doing a superb job as Harry Hart. Firth is the furthest thing from an action hero type, yet he nails the role – his posh sensibility serves him well as a gentleman spy, and his physical prowess is surprisingly outstanding. It’s obvious that the veteran actor did a lot of training to prepare for the movie, and it pays off. Equally excellent is newcomer Egerton, who’s a real catch as Eggsy. His transformation from punk hooligan to sophisticated spy is surprisingly nuanced, and he’s easy to get behind. As the token villain of the enterprise, Jackson is completely cartoonish in all the right ways, clearly enjoying himself in the role which goes against his Marvel hero persona. Other veteran actors pop in as well, with Strong placing forth fine work whilst the reliable Michael Caine is spot-on as the head of Kingsman. Also keep an eye out for Mark Hamill, who’s fun to watch in an extended cameo.
Vaughn has carved out a career in comic book movies, and Kingsman is another solid addition to his filmography, an energetic action-comedy lark which provides big laughs and a number of adrenaline-pumping action scenes. The characters here actually discuss contemporary spy films, bemoaning that they have become too serious, but Kingsman is flat-out fun. Admittedly, pacing is not always stellar, but the movie undeniably improves upon repeat viewings. For viewers who have grown tired of the sanitised PG-13 action movie scene, Kingsman is a wonderful reprieve, and its almost defiantly un-PC stance makes it a real winner.
Unsurprisingly, Fox’s Blu-ray presentation of Kingsman is a strong one. The 1080p/AVC-encoded transfer does justice to the film’s 2.40:1 widescreen compositions, with a great handling of detail and colour. The dexterity of Vaughn’s palette might be harder to capture on DVD, but in HD, The Secret Service really soars and it’s tough to imagine fans being disappointed with a near picture-perfect disc. The DTS-HD Master Audio 7.1 soundtrack is even more robust, delivering a typically earth-shattering boost during the action sequences and making those soundtrack cues really pop. As you’d expect for a new release, Kingsman rocks the house on Blu.
The extra features don’t appear to be much at first glance, but “Kingsman: The Secret Service Revealed” is actually a ninety-minute documentary that covers pretty much everything you’d want to know about this spy adventure. Split into six parts, there’s even a section on the graphic novel that’s so good, the lack of further supplements such as an audio commentary doesn’t seem to matter.