A snarky, modestly clever, at times startlingly violent riff
on James Bond’s urbane international man of mystery, Kingsman: The Secret Service is a decently fun watch. It’s not a movie I’ve ever
felt the need to see again, and it’s one that, the farther I get from it, the less
I find to enjoy. On the whole, it ultimately feels like a bunch of irritating
bros laughing and chugging beer. That’s fine, but there’s nothing more to it
than that. But The Secret Service made a butt-ton of money,
so writer/director Matthew Vaughn and company are back with a sequel,
Kingsman: The Golden Circle. And the word that repeatedly
comes to mind is overkill.
