Kick-Ass 2 had barely started when I suffered a serious flashback, a flashback so vivid it felt like I had time traveled. (I was sort of high on Benadryl at the time, which can seriously mess with my mind, but at least it stops my nose from running.) I flashed back to 1989, the summer before my final year of college. I was managing a crappy discount movie theater at the time, and I would go up the road to the nice theater for the big movies a few weeks before they played at our cheap-assed theater.
I was a bright-eyed optimist sitting down for a showing of Ghostbusters 2. A few short minutes into that sequel, I knew things had gone terribly wrong with a potentially great franchise.
I felt that same, sinking, nauseating feeling as Kick-Ass 2 began by recycling the already infamous bit from the original film, the one where Big Daddy (Nicolas Cage) tested Hit-Girl’s (Chloe Grace Moretz) bulletproof vest. This time, Hit-Girl is firing bullets at Kick-Ass (Aaron Taylor-Johnson), and we are supposed to laugh because it’s just like the first film, right?
Wrong. The first film had a creative spark, a visual flair, and an uncanny ability to walk the line between dark satire and bad taste. It managed to parody superhero movies while actually being a decent superhero movie.
Kick-Ass 2 is a shrill, abrasive, truly disgusting misfire from a director (Jeff Wadlow) without a clue. I was tortured watching this thing. Taylor-Johnson returns as Dave, a high school student who yearns to be a superhero. Once again, he puts on a mail order costume and becomes Kick-Ass, roaming the streets looking to stop crime. While Matthew Vaughn, the original film’s director, managed to pull something charming out of Taylor-Johnson, he’s just an annoying, whiny goofball in this movie.
Returning as Mindy Macready (Hit-Girl), Moretz suffers from the simple act of growing up a bit. Having a tiny 11-year-old girl kick major ass is one thing; having a fairly substantial 15-year-old kicking the same ass doesn’t have the same comic wallop or shock value. She looks a little silly in the same getup, and her performance is surprisingly dull.
Making matters worse is a subplot where Hit-Girl gives up vigilantism and decides to give high school an honest go. This results in a by-the-numbers scenario straight out of Heathers and Mean Girls, except this one culminates in the mean girls experiencing simultaneous vomiting and explosive diarrhea, the cornerstone of any summer entertainment.
While Mindy goes to school, Kick-Ass looks for other superheroes, and hooks up with Colonel Stars and Stripes (Jim Carrey) and his gang. Carrey has but a few minutes in the film, and he seems to know what movie he is supposed to be in. He’s funny, just a little sick, and looks great in his outfit. Yes, the movie is being faithful to the graphic novels that inspired it, but they should’ve found a way to make Carrey’s character play a bigger part.
Christopher Mintz-Plasse, so good in the original, delivers what will stand as one of the year’s worst performances as wannabe super-villain Chris D’Amico, bent on revenge after Kick-Ass shot his dad with a bazooka. Mintz-Plasse spends the movie screaming, decked out in bondage gear, and embarrassing himself with moments like a rape scene played for laughs. It’s sickening, really.
Carrey chose to disown this film, citing its excessive violence. Hey, maybe that was part of it, but I’m thinking he saw a rough cut of Kick-Ass 2, became fully convinced the director had crapped the bed, and decided to stay home rather than put on a fake happy face for the talk show circuit.
It’s a shame to see Taylor-Johnson, Moretz and Mintz-Plasse straining to relive the greatness of their previous effort, in much the same way it was tough watching Bill Murray, Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis 24 years ago. Ghostbusters, despite many rumors, never got a third movie. I’m thinking the Kick-Ass franchise will suffer that same fate.