So white washed and sterile that it makes the "culture clash" of San Francisco and Tokyo completely superficial. Its vapid tackling of familial loss is made all the more frustrating due to its blank cast of rote characters. Then a big superhero battle, ripped straight out of Marvel's already dull recent output, happens. Don't bother.
In Kingsman, our main character "Eggsy" evolves from a crass, English hoodlum into a James Bond-like English agent through the instructions of the always classy Colin Firth and his fellow associates. But actually watching Kingsman is like witnessing a calculated, proper, and a little too self-assured agent devolve into an uncomfortable, gratuitously violent, casually misogynistic, insincere, overconfident mess that can't decide whether it wants to be serious with a dab of goofiness or an outright cartoon. Mark Millar's grimy hands are all over this.