I’ve made it clear in other reviews that I’m no Marvel fanatic, and that their cookie-cutter approach to plot and characterization has becoming maddeningly repetitive with each new entry. It’s so nice, then, to watch […]
Tag: Action
Logan Lucky (Soderbergh, 2017)
Not having seen Ocean’s Eleven or its sequels, I don’t have much of a basis to make comparisons here. I know this is a heist film and a comedy, and that’s as much as I have to judge.
The Lego Batman Movie (McKay, 2017)
Everything is… not so awesome this time around, I’m afraid.
John Wick: Chapter 2 (Stahelski, 2017)
Am I no fun? Because I think John Wick: Chapter 2 is just okay. Not bad, not amazing, and certainly not as good as the first film.
Allied (Zemeckis, 2016)
To tell the truth, Allied would have been infinitely more interesting if the roles were reversed, and it was Cotillard who was investigating Pitt as the potential spy.
Deepwater Horizon (Berg, 2016)
An interesting one. I really admired the visual effects, which made the second half suitably cinematic. There’s a good amount of buildup to the disaster, so that it rains down on you as it did on that fateful day.
Okja (Bong, 2017)
Awww, this was magical. I have a soft spot for adorable fantasy critters, and Okja the superpig takes the cake. The way Mija, our pint-sized heroine, bonds with her pet is so beautiful, and as an animal lover myself, my heart was swelling at their interactions.
Free Fire (Wheatley, 2016)
Ben Wheatley is—and always has been—an imperfect filmmaker. And I don’t think he gives a flying shit about it, to be honest. His filmography speaks for itself: frequently bold and daring confections that blow carefree raspberries to sparkly prestige pics and big-budgeted blockbusters.
Baby Driver (Wright, 2017)
Edgar Wright’s innate savviness is on full display here, especially during the first half: the diegetic sound squarely in Baby’s ears being grafted into the minutiae of the real world, the songs seamlessly orchestrating the sheer joie de vivre of adrenaline rushes and high octane pedal-to-the-metalling.
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