The Protégé is built on a familiar cinematic paradox: Its good guys kill people for a living.
Most of this pic feels a bit too aimlessly rambling, impossibly coincidental and pointlessly thin.
Free Guy’s world looks a lot like our own: both kinda fun and clearly fallen.
A gruesome, eye-gouging, hack-me-with-a-machete smorgasbord.
It’s a messy story, no doubt. But it’s done in service to a fascinating, and ultimately inspiring, tale.
This is undeniably the most giddily gruesome and irreverently foul superhero pic to date.
You could argue that the Jungle Cruise, the ride, is timeless. The movie? Not so much.
As the lead character says, “Life is brutal.” And so is this film.
A cryptic and surreal slog.
Nine Days’ problems can be held in tension with its purpose.