Last night, Pookie and I went to Acme where we picked up a RedBox movie, Kick-Ass. I thought it was going to be a silly comedy, similar to Super Bad.
I was wrong.
It kinda started out like one. But then it veered away into something really dark and disturbing. It was somewhere between the introduction of a precocious, rough-talking, 11-year old, martial arts expert, a man being cooked in an industrial microwave and the broadcast of an execution online that I realized, “I don’t have to put myself through this!” And I got up and walked away.
This thinking has served me well. I’ve left Punch Drunk Love, Prêt-à-Porter, Excess Baggage, Independence Day, and Superman Returns. I’m sure there were others that I can’t remember. Getting up and leaving is usually the most exhilarating and gratifying part of the movie.
Of course, with Kick-Ass, I just left the living room and went up to the loft. So it’s not quite the same.
Still, watching Kick-Ass, the lead character seemed very familiar to me. This morning as I poured my coffee, I figured out he reminded me of I in Withnail & I. Okay, the character’s name was Marwood.
That might have been a better movie. Two inebriated students, dressed like superheroes, decide to go on vacation, and have to fight off the advances of Uncle Monty using their superpowers! I’d pay a dollar to see that one!