
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 (****1/2) – Finds a home inside
The Guardians of the Galaxy series is a gift that keeps on giving to the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
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The Guardians of the Galaxy series is a gift that keeps on giving to the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
As long as Cronenberg has the lens on Goldlum, The Fly is a winner.
Peele has the whole world in his hands, and it is up to him and his precisely articulate and interesting vision how we are allowed to view it.
The film is at its best when the original Jurassic Park crew are onscreen.
The end result is somewhere between Wes Anderson and David Lynch, which can be good or bad depending on one’s point of view.
The film doesn’t hold up, but with perhaps a bit more story, it’s premise could be really something.
It wouldn’t hurt to show a single blade of grass growing in some dirt. All in good time, I suppose. Maybe part 5?
The first part of Dune is a story well told and beautiful as anything we will see this year. It just feels like the story is just beginning when the credits start to roll.
A mix of film noir with the mind-bending enterprise of action we’ve come to expect from Joy, we have something that doesn’t excel at either, but fills our time well enough.
If you ever wanted to see Lord of the Flies in space, then Voyagers is for you.
If you can handle a story with real tension and digital countdowns, start here.
It’s not often one goes to a Gary Oldman film and ends up preferring anyone else’s performance.
Viewers won’t find premises as creative as this often in movies. Even if not explored to the extent desired, it’s still entertaining and somewhat intriguing. One just wishes that the peripheral characters held any interest at all.
James vs His Future Self has a depth of feeling unlike most films, yet it is also scientifically interesting without relying on special effects. It resists being something we’ve seen before, and never stops entertaining.
The 7th directorial effort by George Clooney is a beautiful, boring, and predictable story that skips the exciting parts, instead focusing on dread, misery and fading hope in the light of humanity. It is the type of film designed to be called brave, but is more an exercise of muscles that are best left unflexed.
If you ever wanted to see what Stanley has in his mind in any given moment, give this a try.