While Sonic the Hedgehog didn’t win me over, I sure as heck was never so annoyed that I regretted giving the film a look.
Harley Quinn’s emancipation and the birth of a new group of female crimefighters is one I happily stand to applaud, and if this ragtag group’s adventures continue in the future trust I’ll be first in line to witness them firsthand.
There is nothing subtle about Mon Mon Mon Monsters!.
Gretel & Hansel is not the fairy tale you know.
The Rhythm Section just can’t keep the beat, and for a composition that initially showed so much promise for things to ultimately fall so flat the likelihood I’ll be playing this record again anytime soon is understandably slim.
Based on the way The Turning ends, I’m not so sure there’s very much of James left to be discussed and dissected.
The Gentlemen races towards an inventive conclusion that brought a smile to my face and sent me out of the theatre with a skip in my step. Ritchie returns to his Brit crime caper roots with thrilling aplomb.
Bad Boys for Life is an enjoyable action-comedy throwback that remembers to put its two main characters first and all of the adrenaline-fueled theatrics second. It’s a heck of a lot of fun.
For me, though, even if I could chat with a chimp in chimpanzee, converse in polar bear, curse in fluent kangaroo or answer with a boisterous, “of courserous!” if asked if I could speak rhinoceros, Dolittle still would have been one talk with the animals I’d rather have not engaged in.