Kick-Ass isn’t a superhero movie. It’s a lazy mob saga drenched in fascism.
It’s not about likeable individuals with special powers who abide by a long established code of ethics to foil seemingly unstoppable supervillains. It’s about wronged parties seeking misguided revenge against reckless, ordinary goons by targeting them for extrajudicial assassination. How is this ok?
In yet another one of his strangest performances, Nicolas Cage is one of those wronged people. He needlessly served five years in prison thanks to a frame job by a generic mob boss named Frank D’Amico. Left alone to fend for herself, his pregnant wife died giving birth to their only child, the charismatic Chloe Grace Moritz. (For some reason, Cage has documented his tale of woe in comic book form.)
No longer serving as a law enforcement drug warrior, he has been secretly training his game 11-year-old daughter to fight alongside him as they both attempt to take down D’Amico and his operation without any assistance from his former employers, his more sensible ex-partner (and one-time guardian of Moritz) being a notable exception.
In one of many uncomfortable scenes played for non-existent laughs (what a mistake to make this a comedy), Cage tests Moritz by popping a few “low velocity” bullets into her protected chest to prepare her for the pain of getting shot. (Talk about Father Of The Year.) At night, when they begin systematically eliminating D’Amico’s absurdly outmatched associates, she becomes a purple wigged, Lone Ranger masked Hit Girl and he becomes a Batman wannabe named Big Daddy.
Despite being petite, in a number of implausible sequences, this foul-mouthed sidekick singlehandedly takes out in brutal fashion a large number of D’Amico’s heavily armed men. I haven’t witnessed action scenes this preposterous since the first Charlie’s Angels movie.
Meanwhile, Cage makes the odd decision to alter the cadence of his voice for Big Daddy in a very awkward way. I’m not sure this was the intention but it sure sounds like he’s trying to imitate William Shatner with his sometimes delayed, sometimes bombastic staccato delivery. It doesn’t work. He sounds daft, especially in his final scene.
After taking out a bunch of D’Amico’s drug dealers, Hit Girl encounters Kick-Ass, a not-so-skilled wannabe superhero who’s only in this godforsaken place because he’s trying to impress a cute girl who unfortunately thinks he’s gay. (Don’t ask.)
He’s really a nerdy high school kid tired of being picked on by those punks in the parking lot who keep shaking him and his friends down for their cash, phones and comic books. When he’s not masturbating thinking about his busty English teacher (is that really appropriate attire to wear around hormonal young dudes, Mrs. Zane?), he dreams of transforming his defenseless self into a skilled, fighting machine.
Gene Siskel wisely noted that if a superhero doesn’t have a decent costume to wear, the movie won’t be decent, either. When Kick-Ass orders a hideous green scuba diving outfit over the Internet, it’s one of the many reasons you question his sanity.
With absolutely no athletic ability whatsoever, he makes the fatefully foolish decision to confront his two parking lot tormenters where despite getting a few licks in, he takes the beating of his life. Incredibly, he survives. But more importantly he’s lost a lot of feeling and has acquired metal plates which means he can take even more punishment. He’s The Brooklyn Brawler without any sense.
Inevitably, while confronting three attackers who chase and beat up a man for reasons that are never divulged, Kick-Ass becomes an Internet folk hero when cell phone videos of the battle are posted online. News channels cover the story while the local comic book store starts cashing in. Craig Ferguson thinks he’s dressed like a transvestite. So many missed opportunities for clever satire here.
Hit Girl and Big Daddy become his mentors but that will bite them in the ass pretty hard when Christopher Mintz-Plasse (Superbad’s McLovin) transforms himself into Red Mist. Despite his tricked out ride, he’s exactly like Kick-Ass, a lonely guy looking for a purpose and a self-esteem boost. He contacts Kick-Ass through his popular MySpace page (the movie was released in 2010).
Unfortunately, he’s a deceptive little shit. Frank D’Amico is his father. Red Mist is bait for Kick-Ass to be lured into a trap that goes horribly wrong. D’Amico is under the mistaken impression that an inept high school teen is responsible for his recent losses and not the vengeful ex-cop he doesn’t realize is out to get him. In fact, he never learns this, even when he’s confronted by Cage’s daughter in a hyperviolent scene that is incredibly cringeworthy and irresponsible.
Besides the complete lack of funny, perceptive moments, it’s the grotesque violence that ultimately makes Kick-Ass such an off-putting film. This isn’t a fun experience at all.
The movie can’t decide whether to be realistic or a fantasy so it tries to be both which fatally underscores its muddled existence. While of course it’s believable that an inexperienced high school kid with zero martial arts training would repeatedly find himself on the receiving end of so many blows, there’s no way in hell a young child could ever inflict the kind of mayhem routinely seen in countless shoot-em-ups while only suffering a bloody nose. And why does Hit Girl have such a potty mouth? Did we not learn our lesson from The Last Boy Scout?
There’s a creepy scene where Kick-Ass sneaks into his high school crush’s bedroom while she’s brushing her hair. After she understandably freaks out and proves once again that he’s such a wimpy character, he finally reveals his true identity and sexuality. Then, they have sex. Sure.
When Red Mist’s betrayal leads to the capture of Big Daddy and Kick-Ass, D’Amico arranges a live Internet broadcast where they are viciously beaten by his masked hired hands in front of the whole world. (Would TV news channels really cut away because of excessive violence? Give us a break. And why would people be watching this on TV in the first place?) A gal pal of Kick-Ass’ now-girlfriend hugs one of his terminally unfunny friends and looks away in horror. Meanwhile, while his friend is getting humiliated in real-time, this guy is looking awfully pleased with himself. And no, he doesn’t know Kick-Ass is his friend. Still, as Hit Girl would put it, what a douche.
The very first scene in the film is a heartless swerve. As the future Kick-Ass narrates his rationale for being a vigilante, we witness another poor misguided sap plunging to his death. The movie wants us to believe our hero has already died two minutes in. But then he reveals the man is an Algerian with mental health problems. Tone-deaf.
Early on in the film, Cage’s former partner on the police force pays him a visit. It’s the first of two personal warnings that D’Amico is after him (and one of his fellow officers is on his payroll). As he leaves, he says something wise. He tells Cage that he owes his daughter a childhood.
The makers of Kick-Ass owe us an apology.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Sunday, April 22, 2018
6:35 p.m.