This sequel has the uber-talented Chloë Grace Moretz back in latex to carry out her father’s legacy of making the world a better place despite her promise to ditch the nunchucks. Though not as subversive as the first movie, it still has laughs in all the right places.
Mindy, aka Hit Girl (Chloë Grace Moretz), is now 15 years old and still grieving the loss of her bad-ass dad, Big Daddy (Nicolas Cage). Mindy is watched over by her dad’s cop partner, Marcus (Morris Chestnut), but she can’t deny her calling to fight for justice, particularly when she becomes the chew toy for some very mean b***hes. There’s nothing more treacherous than the dog days of high school, after all.
Dave, aka Kick-Ass (Aaron Taylor-Johnson), has inspired many wannabe superheroes through his YouTube antics and soon has a team of vigilantes stalking the streets of New York. He also finds a love interest in Night Bitch (Lindy Booth), a tough gal with a big heart.
Meanwhile, Chris, aka Red Mist (Christopher Mintz-Plasse), has formed his own gang of do-badders and plans to take down Kick-Ass and Hit Girl.
The movie’s plot meanders a lot, never really certain of whose story it’s trying to tell. Moretz succeeds in spouting the C-word with post-feminist irony, somehow making all her cursing as cute as her pug nose. She’s at her best using a weapon that once belonged to her father — a strange contraption that makes her high school frenemies projectile vomit out of both ends.
Most entertaining is Red Mist’s toady, Mother Russia (Olga Kurkulina), a 6’2” muscle-machine, thick as a Russian wrestler in a red bikini bearing the iconic hammer and sickle. She is one of the most fearsome characters of the summer, especially when she gets little Hit Girl in a leglock.