The Reckoning is a frustrating misfire.
Wonder Woman 1984 is worthwhile mainly because its sense of hopeful uplift is genuine.
How I lost it at the drive-in and fell in love with the movies
Their face-off is a violently over-the-top slug-fest that lands the majority of its punches, and the ultimate victors are audiences who purchased a ring-side ticket to see these two warriors slug it out in the pursuit of apex predator supremacy.
Nobody whacked me square in the face. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Gareth Edwards’ Godzilla hasn’t looked this incredible since it played in theaters.
Cosmic Sin never comes together, drifting in space like a misbegotten artifact of a bygone filmmaking era its makers seem to be going purposefully out of their way to emulate as poorly as they possibly can.
The Courier feels authentic, and that’s what matters, Wynne’s everyman journey into the unimaginable the trip of a lifetime.
Slaxx slays, and I can’t wait to size it up again sometime soon.