On Saturday, I raced as fast as I could to the theatre so I could say that I was the first person that I know who saw the awesomely awesome Kick-Ass!.
A few months ago, I wrote here about how I was chewing my fingernails off anxiously awaiting this movie.
In short, it didn’t disappoint. I really enjoyed it. Its stylized, sometimes gritty, sometimes comical look at just what might happen if a group of teenagers decided that they wanted to try to be real-life superheroes, and the repercussions of that decision, hit all the right notes with me.
My biggest gripe with the movie is that I wish there had been MORE of it. Specifically, more of the great fight sequences. More specifically, I thought that the BEST of the fight scenes were the ones they showed in the trailers.
But I’m not going to try to pick this one apart and micro-analyze it. It was a fun, interesting story that seems to have been fairly faithful to what I know of the original comic.
But hands down, the star of the movie is Chloë Moretz. Her brutal, profanity-laden turn as the violent Hit-Girl is what makes this movie, and drives it. She is also, not surprisingly for anyone who saw the red-band trailer that I linked to in the previous story, the most controversial part of the movie. I don’t think Ive ever seen a kid, certainly not a young girl, portrayed that way in ANY film, and it shocks you every time she walks onto the screen. I loved it.
Plus, this movie made me think that Nicholas Cage might actually be cool again.
Next up, on Sunday morning, I took Mini-Me to see the IMAX 3-D showing of How To Train Your Dragon.
This movie was a great kids movie. A good, funny, beautifully-depicted story that had Mini-Me laughing hysterically more than once.
My biggest gripe with it was the price.
Yes, I KNOW I didn’t have to go see it in 3-D.
Yes, I KNOW I didn’t have to go see it in IMAX.
But EIGHTEEN DOLLAS A TICKET? Are you kidding me? After I got done buying him Sour Patch Kids, Popcorn, and a Blue Slushie, I was about $60 in the hole.
Good thing I can always make money on the weekend being a male gigolo.
Sometimes, it’s a relief to be able to fall back on my incredibly good looks.