"Kick-Ass" and the Death of My Inner 13-Year-Old Sociopath

I have a confession to make: I have no desire to see Kick-Ass. None.

If I'd gone to junior high in the aftermath of Columbine, I would have been locked up. No joke. I buzz-cut my hair, wore a black trenchcoat every day, and wrote violent short stories in bad imitation of Hunter S. Thompson where I used a bazooka to blow up the school.

So I think I get where Kick-Ass is coming from. And it's safe to say that if I were still that same 13-year-old misfit, I would be camping out in front of a...

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Published on April 16, 2010 09:28
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Steve Chaput Lot of wish fulfillment in the film, which might be fun, but not enough for $10+, as well as adding on snacks & a drink. Probably catch it eventually OnDemand or DVD one of these days.

I used to draw daggers, arrows (some of them sticking out of bodies) and guns in the margins of all my notebooks in school. Fortunately, back in the '60s they didn't have a school psychologist or counselor.


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