Why do so many current action heroes have the initials "JB" – James Bond, Jason Bourne, Jack Bauer? That is one of many throw away lines in this tightly scripted and outrageously plotted homage to the tongue in cheek action genre.
If you have ever wanted to see Colin Firth (and probably his body double) in superbly tailored suits wreak carnage on the un-godly and on a Westborough Baptist Church lookalike then your wait is over.
Indeed it is arguable that this spin-off from James Bond does it better than Bond.
It is violent – obsessively, gratuitously, cartoon-like violence.
The plot is convoluted, engaging, and improbable.
Colin Firth is suave, impeccably tailored, and various James Bond producers must be kicking themselves that they did not cast him in that part, as, armed only with a remarkably versatile umbrella, he takes on hordes of the unrighteous, and lays them low.
Egerton plays Eggsy - a lower class survivor with a dysfunctional family – whom Firth believes he can train to become (pause for awe) a Kingsman. Problem is, Eggsy has to survive a murderous boot camp to win his stripes. Soon he holds his own, and we can expect to see more of him. This film, despite its tendency to annihilate many of its heroes, seems to be positioning itself for a sequel.
Samuel L Jackson is a wondrous villain, prepared to wipe out a large proportion of humanity, while queasy at the sight of blood. His side-kick is (surprise surprise) the drop-dead gorgeous Sofi Boutella – drop dead in many senses, as, equipped with razor edged blades for legs, she is a martial arts nightmare in action.