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.
So, I can tell you what happens in Hotel Artemis, but I’m not sure I could tell you what it’s about. There is no real narrative throughline that unites these characters, no defined goal that marks the general path we want the story to follow.
Solo is thoroughly entertaining; I’m just disappointed that this and Rogue One insist on coloring strictly within the lines of the original trilogy instead of taking the chance to -quite literally- expand the universe.