Coogler aims high with Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, and when the director hits his target, it’s right in the absolute center of the bull’s-eye. But the misses add up.
Black Adam is a super-powered misfire.
Thor: Love and Thunder is my least favorite film in the MCU.
It doesn’t happen immediately, but when it matters most, Raimi unleashes all of the crazy, comedically vaudevillian, blood-soaked, visually audacious tricks fans expect from him, and Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness comes alive like no other MCU entry in recent memory.
Morbius isn’t a bad movie. It also isn’t a particularly memorable one.
There is something triumphant about Reeves’ The Batman, and I do like where the film leaves the character before the screen fades to black. But so many aspects don’t come together, each refusing to resonate no matter how much I wished otherwise.
The King’s Man is an abhorrently unlikable misfire, and I truly hope I do not have to see its like again anytime soon.
The fun of Spider-Man: Far from Home is watching the younger members of its cast agreeably interact with one another, and if the actual heroic parts of the tale could have generated maybe a third of that same intoxicating ebullience maybe I’d have found this latest MCU effort to be a bit more memorable.
Matthew Vaughn’s Kingsman: The Golden Circle is a tone-deaf, oftentimes frustrating, frequently insulting and moderately offensive exercise in gruesome misogynistic excess that’s made almost as if to convince pubescent 13-year-old boys it’s perfectly okay to treat women as ditzy dolls and little else.