I have to agree with the rest of the Internet: Hit Girl is the best part.
Good morning, cupcake. Did you miss me? I've missed you.
The world's first C2E2 is mere hours away and I should be sleeping in preparation, but I just finished snorting far too many lines of cinematic dorknip and now you have to deal with me as I come down. Sit down. Have a POM. Allow me to recommend what you should put up your nose-eyes this weekend.
While the midnight screening is still fresh in my mind I feel I should tell you all about this under-promoted little comic book movie being released today. Not another Batsman or Irving Spidermann tale, this new Kick-Ass talkie is based on a creator-driven title from Marvel's Icon imprint that only started being published a few years back. Since you love comics so much you bother to read articles about them written by a nobody in Chicago, I think it's safe to say you'll love this picture show.
In the event that you covered your eyes and ears every single time the television inundated you with Kick-Ass spots, the concept of the film is simple and decently innovative: a regular high school dude decides to become a superhero in a "real world" with the no superheroes. The world reacts with a combination of adoration, retalition and emulation.
In the opening seconds of the movie the saturated candy-coated color pallate hints at the juiced hyperreal absurdity of what is going to unfold, but the movie works to top its own ridiculousness so persistently that the first reel is rendered obsolete by film's end. Kick-Ass is a shamelessly entertaining piece of work that mines every last corner of the angry repressed fanboy Id to offer some of the goriest, most satisfying vicarious wish fulfillment since the invention of the M-rated first person shooter.
It's all pretty insane, visceral stuff, and to describe any of its great sequences and ideas would be a disservice the film's surprising success. I will say that if you are a fan of excessively violent solutions to problems, clever dialogue and the perfect marriage of song and action sequence, you will want to scream encouragement at Kick-Ass' naked bravado, if but for the raised volume inevitably exacerbating your asthma. I haven't seen a better application of Joan Jett's "Bad Reputation" since Shrek.
Kick-Ass takes a lot of liberties with the source material, and it isn't nearly as smartly deconstructive as you may have been led to believe. Still, it is huge brightly-colored hyperbolic fun.
You really should see this thing.