I don't think I have laughed out loud reading a comic book as much as I've done while reading Mark Millar and John Romita's Kick-Ass, soon to be a live movie by Matthew Vaughn (Layer Cake, Stardust). An exercise to show you why people don't become superheroes in real life, Millar lets it rip with off-color humor, extreme violence and sensibilities unbecoming of a Joss Wheedon production.
High school loser Dave Lizewski has a wierd fetish. He feels compelled to dress up in skin tight spandex and fight crime as a costumed do-gooder despite having no training or rational reason for doing so. Putting it bluntly, he's just a stupid insecure kid who has to pretend he's a non-threatening gay best friend in order to get any attention from the school babe. His first fight ends up with him getting stabbed and hit by a car, ending up with a fractured spine, skull, punctured lung and two broken legs. But he somehow manages to get his spandex costume off before the ambulance comes so as the doctors and police won't figure him to be a pervert.
When he finally miraculously has a successful combat experience, he's caught on Youtube and christened "Kick-Ass" to be made a media-hero. But soon he has copycats that show him up and encounters the 10-year old Hit Girl and her pop, Big Daddy, two truly skilled spandexed enforcers that would make the Punisher proud. These two are professional killers rubbing out the mob while spouting neo-Con pro-Republican propaganda - and so of course they invite Kick-Ass to sit down with them at the Table of Justice.
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