Trigger warnings needed for a graphic novel.that I'm actually agreeing on. Then his arch nemesis the Red Mist returns as "the Motherfucker"īad shit happens.and happens to the point of even me cringing. Kick-Ass gets involved with a new team of super-wanna-be-heroes. Then her reins get clipped as her step-dad makes her promise to not don the outfit or fight crime anymore. It picks up shortly after the first one ended. I love the first book and hate the way this one turned out. It upped the violence and cussing to the point where I was like WTF? Millar crossed over the line of awesome into the feeling of just trying to shock the reader. Then her reins get clipped as her step-dad makes her promise to not don the outfit or fight cri Bet you thought you would never hear me say this.but this book was almost too much for me. If we’re going to get a third installment in this controversial franchise, and well we might, here’s hoping someone irons out the creases in the costume first.Bet you thought you would never hear me say this.but this book was almost too much for me. The decision to inject a frisson of sexuality into Hit Girl’s make-up seems like an unwise decision, and for the second time in a summer I find myself dumbstruck by a film which plays its rape scene for giggles. Wadlow’s style adds little to the mix, with an over reliance on the shaky can which leaves the action scenes resembling some harrowingly gory Jason Bourne-luchadore mashup.
What begins as a bona fide Hit Girl movie slowly morphs into a Kick Ass and chums flick before eventually ending in the sort of messily clichéd free-for-all the first Kick Ass sought to distance itself from. There’s a distinct lack of narrative focus at work here. Meanwhile Chris D’Amico (Christopher Mintz-Plasse) – still seething from the death of his crime lord father – has rebranded as The Motherfucker and vows revenge on Kick Ass, enlisting his own gaggle of villains and raising holy hell. Taking to the street, Kick Ass is joined by a cohort of superhero partners (including Carrey as Colonel Stars and Stripes) inspired by his antics whilst Hit Girl takes leave of the vigilante scene to do a spot of growing up, wandering onto the set of Mean Girls as she does so.
He gets himself back in the game by commissioning the tutelage of Hit Girl (Chloe Grace Moretz), who obliges, then promptly hangs up her own mask and leaves him to it. It’s a breathless opening movement, flying past like a third-act montage, which sees the freshly retired Kick Ass (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) don the neoprene suit once again as the hero bug begins to bite.
Whilst it’s not without a certain vulgar charm, Kick Ass 2 lacks the anarchic wit and sense of fun its predecessor had in spades. Wadlow takes on both the writing and directing duties here and you can’t help but feel he’s bitten of a touch more than he can chew. Though his role in Kick Ass 2 is by no means the largest, Carrey may have made a telling contribution to the narrative by spotting the oncoming iceberg. Happily for him, and sadly for the rest of us, it may have been an astute decision on his part to disassociate himself everything that follows. It was well before kick-off when Jim Carey took to Twitter to rule himself out if this one, reasoning that he could no longer promote a film as violent and trigger-happy as Jeff Wadlow’s follow-up to Matthew Vaughn’s wonderfully brazen original.