I didn’t watch Faster Pussycat… Kill! Kill! last night, I swapped it out for Kingsman: The Secret Service (Vaughn, 2014). Meh. He’s a prickly gent! He’s a spunky chav! Ooh, what larks! I enjoyed the Colin Firth James Bondery, didn’t much care for Eggsy or any of what he was about, which was fairly fundamental to the plot. Nevertheless, it was fun-but-silly for two-thirds of the movie right up until MAJOR PLOT POINT, YOU’LL KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT IF YOU’VE SEEN IT, at which point it became less fun, and more silly. And more silly. And MORE silly, until it lost me altogether. The pub brawl was very good, the church brawl was superb. But Kingsman - like Kick-Ass before it, which was also directed by Matthew Vaughn and based on a comic book series by Mark Millar - skates up to that line where the sublime meets the ridiculous, and trips over it, arse over tit.
Merely IMO, like.
My final week of LCTV starts like this:
6.30pm: FILM: Plan 9 From Outer Space (Wood, 1959)
7.50pm: Lucha Underground Wrestling
8.30pm: Game of Thrones NEW SEASON
9.30pm: FILM: Sudden Impact (Eastwood, 1983)
In recognition of this Bank Holiday being Star Wars day, I’ve got Episode IV on atm.