I come to you with the rarest of findings: a three-hour movie that knows what to do with its time.
I come to you with the rarest of findings: a three-hour movie that knows what to do with its time.
A rich and nuanced study of familial duty, class and disability, with coming-of-age tropes to spare.
This final movie, as messy as it is, provides something Evangelion has never had: a definite conclusion.
The central plot of this movie did nothing for me, but I was engrossed in the lives of the four lead characters all the same.
OSS 117, the character as well as the franchise, has not been able to adapt to the times.
It is easy to imagine a good movie being made with the concept at the heart of The Woman Who Ran; I certainly had ample opportunity to, because its brief 77-minute runtime nevertheless felt like an excruciating slog.
A fun action thriller that makes the most of Kate Beckinsale’s badassery and comedic timing.
Definitely an improvement over the first instalment -it could hardly be worse- but not nearly as funny nor as subversive as it thinks itself to be.
A disappointing John Wick aspirant that fails to live up to the potential of its supporting cast.
Despite a powerful performance by Adam Driver, Annette’s unsubstantial plot, forgettable lyrics and a nightmarish doll did not work for me.