This is not a gentlemanly movie.

Now, most movies are not very gentlemanly, and this isn't necessarily a problem — except, perhaps, to those of us who lament the passing of true gentlemanliness as a thing a dude might aspire to. But it's a huge problem for Kingsman: The Secret Service. Because this movie makes such a big deal about how gentlemanliness is a thing a dude must exude, certainly if he wants to become a member of the titular elite society of gentleman spies and international men of mystery who answer to no government, only to the highest causes of justice, global peace and elegance, in bespoke attire.

And the movie ultimately betrays the foundations of its own premise in horrendously unforgivable ways.

It's like this: Harry (Colin Firth), codename Galahad, recruits Eggsy (Taron Egerton), a kid from the wrong side of the London tracks, to be a member of the Kingsmen. Eggsy doesn't seem to be a good fit, what with all the other Kingsmen so posh and at least figuratively noble. The society is funded by royal families across Europe, and they all have Knights of the Round Table spy names: Michael Caine, their leader, is Arthur; Jack Davenport is an agent codenamed Lancelot; even their Q, played by Mark Strong, is called Merlin. Eggsy instantly sees that he doesn't belong, even if he has a genius-level IQ, could've been an Olympic contender (as a gymnast), and dabbled in the Marines. But Harry assures Eggsy — director Matthew Vaughn appears to underscore this scene as containing A Very Important Message — that being a gentleman has nothing to do with where you come from or what your accent sounds like or any of that sort of thing. Being a gentleman is about how you behave. It's about manners. And bespoke suits, too, sure; but mostly manners.

For a good half of its running time, Kingsman is a fairly mundane wannabe spoof of spy stories, as Eggsy goes through a testing regimen to see if he will be able to cut it. I didn't find it too clever: Characters keep self-referentially discussing the clichés of old spy movies yet insisting that "this isn't that kind of movie," when in fact it is totally that kind of movie, rife with the same old clichés, including the clichés that insist they're about busting other clichés. (A lot of it feels like it has lifted beats and lines of dialogue from Men in Black.) Still, as I watched, I wasn't hating it, and was truly enjoying Samuel L. Jackson as Valentine, the villainous yet squeamish tech mogul who's out to do something bad to the world and obviously must be stopped. And I was loving Firth, who, if there is any justice in moviedom, will soon be heading up a reboot of The Avengers as John Steed, now that we know how great he looks in custom-tailored Savile Row finery and what a gentlemanly action hero he can be.

But then the movie gave me pause: Eggsy is subjected to a test, and it has the completely wrong solution, if the Kingsman (Kingsmen?) are truly the gentlemen they say they are.

It was then that the movie left me cold. Vaughn loves him some ultraviolence, and he offers us a scene of mass slaughter of innocents intended to be cool and funny and awesome, taking glee in barbaric carnage so bloody, even the characters involved in it and witnessing it are utterly appalled, and absolutely do not find it cool or funny or awesome. The scene is part of Valentine's evil plan, meant to convey just how evil that plan is ... so why does Vaughn want us cheering it?

Finally, once Eggsy has become a full-fledged Kingsman (oh, you knew that was inevitable, so it's hardly a spoiler), donned the tailored suit and assumed the mantle of the gentleman, he does something that no gentleman would do. No gentleman ever. This is the film's final grand joke, played for huge laughs, and it was like a punch in the gut to me. It would be a terrible misfire even in a movie that hadn't ostensibly been crafting Eggsy into a gentleman, but in this context, it's positively nightmarish.

I cannot recall a film that left me with such a sour taste in my mouth by the time it came to an end. I was actually enraged. It's almost as if Kingsman wants to obnoxiously defy itself.

Or else Vaughn is saying, "Screw manners. Screw gentility. Screw kindness. Take whatever you can get, and smirk about it. Be a smug nasty bastard, and own it." In which case, I hate this movie even more.

No comments on this story | Add your comment
Please log in or register to add your comment
Array ( [image] => [url] => )