The Flash plays a little better the second time around, but I still found it’s main issues impossible to overlook. It’s a mixed bag, entertaining in spurts, but never consistently.
Blue Beetle has a distinctive creative voice that triumphantly needs to be heard.
The Flash is aggressively okay.
Everyone who got a kick out of the low stakes, self-contained storytelling and goofily juvenile antics on display in 2019’s Shazam! will likely be equally satisfied with its sequel, Shazam! Fury of the Gods.
Black Adam is a super-powered misfire.
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.
Wonder Woman 1984 is an ambitious adventure, one that exuberantly galivants between Themyscira, Washington, DC, the Middle East and an isolated top-secret military satellite station with breakneck enthusiasm.
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.
Joker wasn’t for me, and even if I were to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight and have a sudden desire to watch the world burn that still doesn’t mean I see my opinion changing anytime soon.