L et me kick off this review with a mild dose of good news: Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny is a full notch better than The Crystal Skull, the bland, indulgent misfire that preceded it. That means a more compelling MacGuffin, snappier dialogue, and a more satisfying sendoff to one of cinema’s coolest action…
F or all the acting, writing, and directing superpower behind it, 21 Grams will be forever distinguished by its nonlinear design. Director Alejandro González Iñárritu (who shares story credit with Guillermo Arriaga) takes the scenes of his searing psychological drama and shuffles them like a deck of cards. Alas, this gamble only yields a partial payoff:…
B y now, we’ve established that the standalone DCEU films are middling at best, and all-out sucky at worst. Their world-building also can’t be trusted, as Zack Snyder raced through the Justice League setup like George Costanza with a Glamour magazine. So, The Flash eschews all that, in favor of a chambong filled with fizzy, headache-inducing nostalgia.…
C onan the Barbarian is a spiritual descendent of those loincloth B-movies from Classic Hollywood, merged with expensive talent and an 80s taste for bawdiness. The result is an eccentric, fascinating mishmash that works in fits and starts. It launched Arnold as an above-the-title attraction, and will forever remain a curiosity for that reason alone. How…
S ometime during the previous Fast movie, a revelation dawned on me: These movies defy criticism. They flip a giddy middle finger to any intelligent analysis. After all, that installment had Luda and Tyrese launching into space aboard a rocket-mounted Pinto. The franchise didn't just jump the shark. It soared above all the sharks on the…
F or the space of this review, you and I will venture back to a different place and time--America, in the 1980s. At this point, pop culture was a fever dream, fueled by Columbian coca plants and cheap hairspray. This was an era of plastic patriotism and dumb action movies, both of which hit their…
J ohn Wick Chapter 4 makes it hard to believe this franchise once started with a modest, well-tailored revenge flick. Since then, the series has added more brawn and balls to each entry, all in the commendable hopes of giving you more Wick for your ticket. Now, part four delivers a full-blown epic, a frenzied…
D ays of Thunder has the engine of an old B-movie and the chassis of an expensive summer blockbuster. The result is a strange hybrid--a cacophonous soap opera on wheels. Thunder is a beautiful disaster, in which stilted dialogue and melodramatic story beats swirl by in a visual poem of twisted, smoking wreckage. After thirty years,…
T he world didn't need a bantamweight drama about the creation of a shoe, but here we are anyway. Of course, the Air Jordan isn't just a shoe. It's the shoe. And Air wisely uses that iconic sneaker to leap into a larger and more ambitious story, on how Jordan and a few corporate warriors at Nike leveraged his…
Despite its blockbuster pedigree, releasing Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves was an unsung act of bravery. It was grittier and grimier than Robin Hood movie ever made. Previous adaptations made being the lovable rogue look like fun. Costner's take is angrier, edgier, and fueled by revenge. Hell, the whole production is one boob or F-bomb away from an…