Why? Closer to “20 years ago” now than I care to admit, I was a struggling baby screenwriter having a meeting with people who were way beyond me in success, experience, and connections. And I was digging in my heels over the idea of turning the villain of my script into the hero’s mother, because then our climax would be a 25-year-old guy beating the living crap out of a middle-aged woman. I was certain the reviewers would crucify us for that and the audience would turn against us.
Closer to “20 years later” than I care to admit, I put Kick-Ass in the DVD player, sat down on the couch with my wife, and watched an 11-year-old child (“Hit Girl“) on a bloody, mass murdering rampage and a climax that featured a middle-aged thug beating the living crap out of that same 11-year-old girl. Suddenly, that long-ago argument about where to draw the line seemed downright quaint. And I had never felt so old.
At least until I heard they were actually making a sequel.
Roger Ebert pegged the first Kick-Ass exactly right, I’ve always thought. And I can’t help but wonder how he would review Kick-Ass 2, if he were still alive. Probably the same way I would if I could ever bring myself to watch it, which quite honestly, I can’t.