Kick Ass Review: High Camp Conquers Evil

Thirteen-year-old Chloe Moretz is the true star of this movie as the feisty fille-fatale Hit-Girl. Moretz provides an Oscar-worthy tour de force, shocking and side-splitting audiences and co-stars alike. Emma Watson eat your Burberry heart out.

Kick Ass grabs the superhero genre by its balls, taking ‘action-packed’ to towering heights. A surprisingly hard-hitting film, and superbly put together, moments of comic genius punctuate this real rollercoaster of a movie that soldiers on and on to do what it says on the tin and more.

Gorgeous big screen newcomer Aaron Johnson safely establishes himself as a Hollywood heartthrob in the lead role, whilst Christopher “McLovin” Mintz-Plasse delivers a fine performance as his arch-enemy to-be, restrained in the first half but suddenly intensely flavoursome as his character’s alter ego Red Mist evolves. Chris' take on a millionaire's bored son came across splendidly as a gentle parody of the contemporary British public school boy. Even Nicholas Cage isn’t as lame as usual, although sadly no performance can ever save his reputation after the Wicker Man remake/massacre.

The super hero combat in Kick Ass is brutal and cutting with all the relentless moral bankruptcy of a 1980s James Bond torture scene. Director Matthew Vaughn truly brings Mark Millar’s comic book series alive, creating vivid and seriously empowering fight scenes. In adopting a backdrop of realism this brutality is all the more effective and moving, leaving behind the whimsical romance of Gotham City and simply blowing the audience away with some hardcore fisticuffs.

Kick Ass achieves a cinematic civil partnership between macho and camp which is worthy of admiration, as cute teen star Aaron Johnson experiences a dual awakening of severely executed masculinity and sartorial splendour. When his character pretends to be gay in order to buy himself proximity to his crush, a good message certainly goes out to teen America, whilst his tight green catsuit is bound to have some viewers playing with their pause buttons when the DVD comes out.

Saving the best ‘til last however, it’s thirteen-year-old Chloe Moretz who is the true star of this movie as the feisty fille-fatale Hit-Girl. Moretz provides an Oscar-worthy tour de force, shocking and side-splitting audiences and co-stars alike. Emma Watson eat your Burberry heart out.

The movie also makes a respectable effort to embrace internet culture and online communities, with MySpace, YouTube and live-streaming all playing an important part in the plot development. Social networking and online research is so commonplace to all of us and yet few films have learnt how to embrace this way of living, still giving their characters A-Z maps instead of iPhones, so thumbs up for that.

It was cool how the baddie’s apartment was stuffed with notable artworks from the Saatchi collection too - Damien Hirst obviously, but more symbolically Andy Warhol’s revolver prints and a replica of Marc Quinn’s Bloodhead.

Kick Ass is both mainstream and arthouse, which is thoroughly enjoyable and provides a both thrilling and refreshing cinema experience. It has the luxurious production of a blockbuster and yet all the risqué joy of a festival movie.

Score: 8/10 – Go see it!

Read Peter Bradshaw's Guardian film review here

All Things Bright And Blasphemous

It’s Easter Sunday in the year 2010AD - but what does that even mean? More of us in Britain have read Dan Brown’s shit-lit novel The Da Vinci Code than the New Testament. Rosary beads are a plastic teen accessory from Topman as opposed to a pious possession.

Heaven does exist, underneath Charing Cross station, and it’s London’s biggest gay club.
Thousands congregate their every weekend to worship The Saturdays before spending all of Sunday dozing in the arms of their last-night stand.

Religion was once the centre point of art and music, but only because it was the church who had the cheque book. Ask a million people today who Madonna is and they will all point you in the direction of the world’s most famous living pop singer. Charles Saatchi is our country’s most famous art collector and he has a stale Twitter account that links his peers to a blog about London's shit churches.

The last three months have witnessed a colossal caving-in of the Catholic Church’s global reputation following the exposure of these child-abusing priests. Cases that are unforgivable, unimaginably evil and still largely unanswered. Meanwhile Elton John, the world’s biggest single financial benefactor of HIV research, declared that Jesus Christ was a gay man. I don’t know what to think about religion. Any religion. Like millions of Britons, I was raised in the Church of England and sometimes tick the said box on a form, but I’m not really a Christian. My Jesus account is inactive and I’ve no wish to remember my password.

Through education, friendship, culture and embracing diversity I found something better than attending church and so I chose to dispose of what I had been taught in infancy.
What is the contemporary definition of blasphemy? Write your answers on the back of a prayer card.

So. That was my blog poat dedicated to Easter. Below are four blogs that I find fascinating, nourishing and you should all take a look at -
Happy Easter, xx

Men Click scours and scandalises the net in search of gorgeous high-fashion mancandy. The blog has its own great blog roll with links to all the latest boystrous ad campaigns plus ties with modern-to-the-minute trendy magazines like

The blog evokes some major gay vibes, or gaydiation as I call it, but not to the alternative head-decking extent that all the models are too arty and pectorially derelict for their own good.
Whereas Homotography’s blog is comprehensive to the extent that your brain will explode, Men Click is joyously bite-size, bringing a splash of boy action into your day without taking up too much of your time.

I don’t really understand the W**kers blog nor do I think I’m supposed to. I love the albums of iPhone photos that usually embrace wide micro-cultural horizons and often squeeze a chuckle out of me over my morning coffee.

This bizarre blog about Britain’s shit churches seemed to seize last spring. Still, it’s well worth a look if you haven’t seen it already. I stumbled across this blog when Charles Saatchi promoted it on Twitter in what also seems to have been his last ever Tweet. Saatchi simply wrote “phwoar!!!” and linked to this blog. Very amusing.

Remains one of the best electro music portals on the web. Unwaveringly cool in every step it takes. A heat wave of modern melodies and bitch-cool beats, as well as nice news snippets about the world of dance music, who’s collaborating with who and generally just an education in remixology.