Toy Story and Child’s Play were both defining films of my childhood. In very different ways, of course.
This is a film about mega-monsters wreaking havoc at a catastrophic scale, but there’s no weight to this thing; it’s limp and incoherent.
Bumblebee eschews the Escherian excess and all-out warfare of Michael Bay’s films for clean compositions and comparative spatial clarity.
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.
With Ready Player One, Spielberg has made a good movie out of a bad book. Shame he couldn’t have made a great one.
The Post’s images are undeniably potent, but in that big, obvious way that steamrolls the complexity of the issues.
The simplicity of Pete’s Dragon’s story and themes alike leaves it desperately reliant on fostering a sense of childlike wonder that it can’t hold onto.