At first glance, it looks like a kid’s movie. Then you see the bullets to the head, the chopped-off fingers and the guy who gets sliced completely in half by the sexy girl assassin who has knives for feet (a Quentin Tarantino foot fetish parody?). You also notice that, oh yeah, this is R-rated and, oh yeah, it’s directed by the guy who made Kick Ass. This is pretty much the same blend of gore, gags and gleeful bad taste. Campy heroes, campy villains, irony overflowing. Director Matthew Vaughn hasn’t lost a step in his game, though the movie is a little too long (then again, most of the James Bond movies, parodied here, are bloated affairs themselves). Also, by 2015, the edges of this kind of shock comedy are about worn down to a butter knife. Some of the raunchiest gags here are shoehorned in and are uncomfortable for that reason only. Me, I’m always up for an anal sex joke, but I had to roll my eyes at the one here. The good stuff are that it’s well-made with exciting action scenes and a sense of wonder at the world of clandestine espionage adventures (innocence cut with harsh violence and adult humor is the main thing here). Colin Firth never misses a beat as the suave spy who gets all of the best moments. Taron Egerton as the young spy recruit does his best stuck with the hackiest jokes and earnest character turns. Samuel L. Jackson chews up the scenery, as well he should, as the lispy billionaire villain with insane plans and awful taste. And if the smoking hot Sofia Boutella doesn’t get a lot more roles after this, I may boycott Hollywood.