Perhaps if Fallen Kingdom had nothing to do with Jurassic Park – if it were, say, titled Dinosaur Adventure – I could’ve enjoyed it. At least on the level that you enjoy an incredibly stupid film.
Chappaquiddick is a contemporary example of how superb filmmaking can elevate middling screenplays.
Half the time you feel like you’re watching a masterfully crafted bit of art-action; the other half it’s a shambolic mess barely held together by spit, sticky tape … and the sheer force of will of Nicolas Cage at his most unhinged.
Solo is the first Star Wars film – sorry, Star Wars Story – to feel ordinary.
By all rights, Deadpool 2 should have been a vast improvement on the first film. It’s not.
In its second season, Attack on Titan makes its explanations work by opening up more questions.
The divisive reaction to Avengers: Infinity War is explained by how it differs from its MCU forebears. Beware: spoilers!
I’m a sucker for a good gimmick. And what better gimmick for a film about Vincent van Gogh than to hand paint every damn frame?