Kingsman and Dear White People
For a while, Kingsman is My Fair Lady with grenades, as Colin Firth must teach the low-class Eggsy (above) how to hang with his fellow Oxbridge recruits.
The good people who made Kingsman: The Secret Service feel, in no uncertain terms, that spy movies have gotten all-too-serious. You should know that going in; this movie is silly on purpose. Its object is to be outrageous, it's determined to be daffy, it resolves to be ridiculous.
The violence is over the top and cartoonish, which is good, because there is more than enough of it. But cringing every time a character gets his arm broken in Kingsman is like crying every time Wile E. Coyote falls off a cliff. The language is patently ridiculous too; we've got computer geniuses and crusty upper cla...
