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.
“[In] our gender fluid time this is a piece of entertainment that could possibly contain more for audiences to ponder than initially meets the eye.”
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.
I really like Rogue One. I find more to revel in and wonder at with each viewing. It’s much deeper and more profound than anticipated, this full-on war epic showcasing the possibility these promised “stories” set in the Star Wars universe offer if handled correctly.
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.