Kick-Ass 2 makes you appreciate all the hard work Jane Goldman and Matthew Vaughn put in transforming Mark Millar and John Romita Jr's loser Daredevil comic into a diverting Summer prank. Even though they filed down some of the spikier edges, taking something notionally designed as damaged and changing it into a power fantasy, at least there was a consistent, unified vision. Director Jeff Wadlow's Kick-Ass 2 is nothing like that. The film comes on like a pooh poking teen flick but then cannot help divulging into the pitiless torture and murder of loved ones. Scenes of Christopher Mintz-Plasse trying to run a criminal empire whilst twatting about with his mother's gimp gear somehow then stumble off into sexual abuse scenarios. McLovin armed to teeth and calling himself The Motherfucker may fit in well with a gross-out superheroics pitch but the same guy standing in the corner of a terrified woman's room, desperately trying to tug enough life into his flaccid cock so he can rape her, does not. Kick-Ass 2 doesn't have anything like the heft required to make these revolting little diversions feel like organic digressions. How can we care about Dave Lizewski's bewildered Dad - the duo played by Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Garrett M. Brown, respectively - when every other death within this piece is played like a punchline? Are we supposed to be able to invest in the resulting retribution when the guy who rats Kick-Ass out is quickly folded back into the hero team without incident? This sloppiness is all over Wadlow's film. Action scenes are edited around numb impacts, wasting the serviceable choreography that got them there. Chloe Grace Moretz's Hit-Girl is promoted to dual lead then trapped inside a tin eared retread of Mean Girls, awash with puking and diarrhoea. Kick-Ass 2 never even tries to outdo its predecessor or their ugly source material. It pisses away its best attribute in a flurry of homely CG and ends allergic to consequences.
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