In an age of a non-ending stream of high-budget, low-satisfaction action blockbusters, Kingsman: The Secret Service is rejuvenating and delightfully original. Kingsman masterfully mixes the three B’s: Bond, Bourne and Bauer. It follows the training of potential secret agent, Gary “Eggsy” Unwin (played by the charming Taron Egerton) after he is recruited into a secret spy organization in England. Eggsy must compete against other, more polished recruits for the sole available spot in the Kingsman secret service.

Michael Vaughn (Kick Ass, X-Men: First Class) has fashioned a movie that doesn’t take itself too seriously. What results is a film that is full of contagious energy and humor. My favorite moment? It’s a toss-up between the show-stopping church massacre or Eggsy’s Bond-esque drink order: a martini “with gin, of course, and stirred for 10 seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle of vermouth.”

Colin Firth’s role as Harry Hart, the debonair British agent that takes Eggsy under his wing, is perfectly tailored for him, much like the suits he dons. Samuel L. Jackson plays the ridiculous and riotous Richmond Valentine, a villain with no appetite for violence. Michael Caine, reliably excellent, is the poised leader of the Kingsmen. And even in a cast of all-stars, Egerton is a revelation; he could charm the bespoke-tailored pants off of even the most sophisticated men. From the beginning, Kingsman grabs you by the ears and pulls you headfirst into a thrilling adventure. This movie might deal with gentleman spies, but there’s nothing gentle about it.