Featuring what might be Evans’ best performance as well as a breakout turn by pint-sized starlet Grace, this little gem had me wrapped around its finger right from the start, and to say I loved Gifted wouldn’t be stretching the truth one iota.
The Fate of the Furious will appease longtime fans of the series, the sequel just well made enough that the fact this franchise’s tank is starting to get perilously close to empty doesn’t feel as big a problem as it honestly should. Personally, I am getting a little tired of it all, and while I appreciated and thrilled to a number of moments, and while I’d honestly love to see a spin-off adventure featuring Johnson and Statham and no one else, I just as genuinely am not so certain I’m up for two more of these films.
Queen of the Desert is a picturesque travelogue that never reveals anything about Bell that isn’t readily apparent right there on the surface, the script never digging deep enough to reveal the myriad of nuances that drove this woman to such spectacular, world-shaping heights.
Despite a fantastic opening act, even with Schwarzenegger delivering one of the best performances of his career, Aftermath proves to be a massive letdown, never crafting an atmosphere that felt authentic and pure. I just don’t think the film is any good, the potential it hints at in its early sequences going to waste, and as such I found the finished product almost impossible not to be disappointed in.
While I’m happy Hill has such progressive beliefs as they pertain to gender identity, I’d have been even happier had he and Hamill written a thriller worthy of such open-mindedness, The Assignment nothing more than a maddening grindhouse disappointment.
It’s a fun enough affair while one is in the moment sitting in the theatre, but none of it is exactly memorable, not a single second, and unlike the original film this version of Going in Style is more than content to keep things on a relatively emotionally nondescript playing field that’s honestly rather dull.
[While] I’m not ready to sing a happy song or smurf it all day long, I might just have a few la la la-la la la’s running through my head at the moment and, shockingly, I’m perfectly okay with that.
By the time it comes to an end, Frantz has made a permanent imprint, the hope for a better tomorrow after a cataclysmic yesterday striking chords of promise that make even the harshest of injuries feel as if they someday can be healed.
The Boss Baby is hardly terrible. It has moments of wit and ingenuity that are undeniably impressive, and with Baldwin reveling in playing a character so obviously in his wheelhouse I can’t say the picture is entirely devoid of laughs. That being so, I still did not enjoy watching this motion picture and, more to the point, I can’t imagine many others doing enthusiastic backflips over it. It just isn’t all that good, and honestly I don’t have anything additional I feel like adding.