It’s hard to hate a movie being this bold and crass.

The style at work here is far too much fun to ignore, and with few exceptions, it’s consistently the focus of the film.

It’s likely impossible to take anything in DOA remotely seriously.

Kick-Ass just seems to meander, never really appreciating what it has.

The film is too fast, too bold, and too exaggerated to be any fun.

Unsurprisingly, the bigger A-list stars are killed off quickly in this incoherent mess that pits two rival assassin teams against each other in some underground government facility.

It’s a wonderfully dark, twisted look at a possible future, where the repo men believe in what they are doing despite the death.

Phillip K. Dick’s short story is turned into an extravagant film, one a bit longer than it probably needs to be, yet it never loses focus.

Most of the film seems like an attempt to turn Tracy Morgan into Chris Tucker from Rush Hour with the same agonizing result.

… the film feels stranded and confined, unwilling to break many barriers or give audiences the sense that this is all a comic book