I spent all of Gemini Man looking for Ang Lee -any trace of him- and couldn’t find him. Gemini Man is a generic vehicle for Will Smith, built around one gimmick that doesn’t justify the exercise.
I’m kicking myself for missing out on Kubo and the Two Strings when it came out, but happy I got to fix my mistake. It’s a wonder of the imagination, a visual masterpiece, a beautifully evocative story, and just generally a delight.
Far From Home may lack the stakes of Endgame, but it makes for a fun summer outing.
The John Wick series has mastered the craft of practical action to perfection, and this instalment does not disappoint.
This, too, is what we go to the movies for: to be awed, to be shocked, to be engrossed by stories of space travel and insurmountable odds and valiant heroes. In that regard, Endgame really is something else.
Captain Marvel is a tremendously fun, inventive superhero movie, anchored in Brie Larson’s charisma.
Into the Spider-Verse is a breakthrough in style and imagination, the most fun you’ll have at the theater this year.
Peppermint, so titled because someone utters the word once in it, settles for the Taken formula where a resourceful character is wronged, and then spends an entire movie taking it out on hundreds of faceless goons who are more or less related to the antagonist.
What’s the word for the feeling when you know something’s about to go wrong, and then it does, but then it gets way worse? Free Fire relishes it.
Saying that this is worth watching only for the action sounds condescending, but the truth is that Fallout could be used to teach how to shoot and, just as importantly, how to edit action.