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Recruited by a secret spy service known as the Kingsman, a rough and tumble chap from London by the name of Eggsy (Taron Egerton) is indoctrinated into the world of espionage and counterintelligence. Meanwhile, media mogul Valentine (Samuel L. Jackson) has adopted an eccentric approach to save the planet, an approach with the possibility of leveling humanity. Guided by his mentor, Galahad (Colin Firth), Eggsy’s first mission will cross paths with Valentine; saving humanity and stopping Valentine will be no easy task, especially with the lovely and lethal Gazelle (Sofia Boutella) on the loose. Will Eggsy ever take a seat at the table with the Kingsman after all? Directed by Matthew Vaughn (X-Men: First Class, Kick-Ass, The Layer Cake), another precious superhero/spy gem has been mined and refined brining a witty Cockney brogue, proper etiquette, spy technology of James Bond lore, and full on action to the silver screen in a respectable manner; that is to say, adventure in a three piece suit hasn’t looked this good in ages. Heavy weight acting all round keeps the impossible entertaining; and, despite the less polished CGI and a slightly drawn out runtime, fun is still to be had. Worthy of your time this weekend, and heck, with a bad guy named Valentine what a way to go? Kingsman: The Secret Service is rated R.

Master Gregory (Jeff Bridges), a local tender of the supernatural and dark arts known as a “Spook” is faced with the difficult task of finding an apprentice to study under his watch. But, peasant boy, Tom Ward (Ben Barnes) fits the requirements aptly, and just in time considering that the powerful Queen witch, Mother Malkin (Julianne Moore), has risen from her prison with revenge in her heart and a score to settle with Gregory. All have their secrets, some are darker than others, who will survive, how will Tom fare, and what of this possible love interest, Alice (Alicia Vikander)? Fantasy fiction on a larger budget, this staff wielding, sword swinging, dragon slaying, and witch burning romp can hardly be taken seriously, Bridges in particular seems to be an amalgamation of previous performances, The Dude and Rooster Cogburn come to mind; but mind you, this isn’t a bad thing, in fact it’s kind of endearing and chuckle inducing in a number of instances. Meanwhile, Moore is right at home with this easy performance as the scorned woman. From a screenplay standpoint, there isn’t really freshly mined territory here but that hardly seems to matter; it’s all about goofy spook slaying, some badass monsters, and mindless entertainment. Matinee or rental, your choice shooter, Seventh Son is rated PG-13.

Daughter of Russian descent but living in America, Jupiter Jones (Mila Kunis) is a housekeeper with the rest of the women in her family struggling to make a living. But, as fate would allow, Jupiter also happens to be the identical genetic match to deceased royalty from outside our galaxy. Being a genetic match makes Jupiter the heir to the Abrasax family, and a large chunk of the human race (which incidentally extends across the universe on many planets). But politics within the Abrasax family are untidy to say the least, brothers Balem and Titus (Eddie Redmayne and Douglas Booth) and sister Kalique (Tuppence Middleton) all want a piece of Jupiter for their own selfish reasons. Meanwhile, Earth is in danger of extinction. Protected by the mighty dog man, Caine Wise (Channing Tatum), Jupiter will need to straighten out the politics, save her own family, and save Earth; no sweat, or is it already too late? Directed by The Wachowskis, this modern day cinderella meets Dune sic-fi romp into deep space succeeds on many factions but ultimately fails once the dust has settled. From the outset, the look of the film in all of its NOT necessary 3D glory is sharp, the art direction and costuming is all interesting and eye-catching , the acting’s not half bad. But, with a convoluted storyline, meaningless exposition that does little to advance the plot, characters that fail to emotionally connect with the audience, drawn out and repetitive action sequences that numb the senses and of course the ultimate suspension of disbelief, a lumbering lunker of a film awaits. All aboard this starship to planet “Meh,” maybe consider a matinee or rental later, Jupiter Ascending is rated PG-13.