Kick-Ass begins with a suicide played for laughs and climaxes with a man being shot out of a window with a bazooka. If Xbox body counts and snarky teenage boys are your idea of entertainment (and Hollywood has spent billions appealing to such fans), then Kick-Ass may be your bag. Everyone else, abandon all hope ye who enter this tedious, crudely plotted, soulless action film. The film postures itself as a rude, ironic dark comedy. But there is a deeper cynicism and decadent ugliness to the whole enterprise that suggests a film made to fill the empty hours between Grand Theft Auto and Halo. Kick-Ass is a superhero genre spin on the nerd-boy-makes-good-and-nabs-the-hot-girl-in-the-process formula. Dave Lizewski (Aaron Johnson) is the aforementioned alienated geek who admits in voice-over narration that he spends more time masturbating in his bedroom than scoring with the ladies. Screenwriters Matthew Vaughn and Jane Goldman make a joke about just how pathetic and desperate Lizewski is by showing a picture of his most recent internet lust object: a topless African woman. Casually racist and unremittingly crude, one eventually loses count of the number of times breasts are used for cheap laughs in this brain dead American Pie-meets-Guy Ritchie bouillabaisse of yuks and nunchucks.