Cruella is a heck of a lot of fun, and even at 134-minutes it still managed to keep my full attention for the most of its epic running time.
Wrath of Man is an ambitious head-scratcher, and whether that’s a recommendable compliment or an indictable offense I leave it up to you to decide.
Jordan has charisma to burn, and if a series born from Without Remorse does materialize, I’m curious to see how the actor’s portrayal evolves with each new installment.
If Mortal Kombat lived up to the beauteous butchery of its bookends, this would be the greatest video game-to-film adaptation ever made.
What keeps Thunder Force from falling to pieces is that it’s just so pleasantly affable.
Wonder Woman 1984 is worthwhile mainly because its sense of hopeful uplift is genuine.
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.