I think if I really had to choose, I would still like Ah Qi a little bit.
A pig-killing knife, a super agent chair, and killing you for 3,000 years has already reached its peak.
No need for parkour and other first (ke) into (south) weapons.
"I kill pigs." "Knives for killing pigs, for killing animals." Holding a white Wrigley cigarette, he played the piano and sang affectionately. Comparatively speaking, I am more willing to believe that the agent is just like Ah Qi.
Kingsman always feels too grandiose.
But the British always feel they are the best.
Because they used to be the bosses of the world.
The old European style, maybe this is pretending, I said silently in my heart.
When the pug came out and was called JB, everyone was laughing at the genital stalk. Am I the only one who thought it was Ding Ri?
I don't know how Obama will feel when he sees this movie.
I don't know if there will be an Asian so-and-so among the people selected at the end of the movie.
When I passed by, I seemed to see Asian faces.
The final headshot and symphony made the audience burst into laughter.
Like Shaun the Zombie's final climax.
That bar, also looks like the bar in Zombie Shaun.
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