Kick-Ass 2 Review

Kick-Ass was very British. The director and writers were British. The hero and villain were British. It was even filmed in Pinewood. With some guy named Jeff Waldow responsible for the script and direction, Kick-Ass 2 is far too American.

It tries to be badass with attempts at snappy one-liners, but while the action isn't terrible (save for the police officers flying out of their car when that explosion inside could've burned them), the soundtrack isn't special compared to the first and any cliches that weren't present in the first are present here, like Dave bearing romantic interest. Plus, Christopher Mintz-Plasse is an even bigger pussy and Jim Carrey's only present for a few minutes. It looks at the first film like a 12 year old and not someone 12 years older.

Kick-Ass 1 at least made sure that the gore went as far as to blow up someone in a giant microwave, the shift in tone from sick and fun to dark as shit reminded us that being like Dave Lizewski could get us killed for no reason, and the hero eventually managed to be more powerful than Hit-Girl. Kick-Ass 2? Eh, it's sick alright (and I mean zap you with some device that makes you vomit like a cartoon sick), but it's also muddled, and that's just about all there is.

Fuck you, Mark Millar, and your mediocre new writer-director choices. Now Wadlow's off to direct an X-Men spin-off.