Kingsman is not a book (now a film) that could exist without James Bond. The entire book is built upon the mythos that Fleming popularised, of the suave secret agent who is incredibly charming and incredibly deadly.

Kingsman opens with that concept – a daring rescue pulled off by a character who is basically Bond. Bad guys are shot, there’s a car chase scene, even a Union Jack parachute. And then it all goes horribly wrong. Continue reading “Kingsman: The Secret Service (Review)” →