They cranked out this third Maltese turd with a snoozer of a plot and underuse of key characters. Lacked the spark of the first two. Didn’t need to be made.
Rating: C-
They cranked out this third Maltese turd with a snoozer of a plot and underuse of key characters. Lacked the spark of the first two. Didn’t need to be made.
Rating: C-
Another dangerous mystery for the Holmes siblings to solve. Moriarty is introduced, and at the very end: Dr. Watson. Enjoyed the first one a bit more.
Rating: C+
It’s a shame Millie Bobby Brown’s talents were wasted on Stranger Things rather than an Enola Holmes series. Still, this first film manages to tell a layered story that sets up two sequels, to date.
Family friendly, yet with sufficient danger and action to make outcomes matter. It’s a fun take on the Holmes universe.
Rating: B-
A dark dark black comedy thriller where Steve Martin seemingly resumes his role as the dentist from Little Shop of Horrors.
Rating: C+
Just because 3 movies, a TV series, and a theme park ride have paved the path before you, doesn't mean you get to skimp on character development and story. Salvation dives right in, as if the audience has been waiting anxiously for the next installment.
Lots of robots and explosions with little to make the audience care who lives or dies. This is what your get when MCG is directing. His style may suit the Charlie's Angels crowd, but it's not suited for anything with depth.
Rating: D
I was reminded of The Sixth Sense, which also came out in 1999. Where after a second viewing, the twist/reveal seems so obvious. It’s a dark, mind-bending, testosterone-filled, violent punch to the head. 25 years ago, it spoke to me a little more than it does now.
Rating: B
Yet another reminder that style is nothing without substance. The movie looks
amazing. The characters are unique and colorful, yet I don't care about any of
them. There's absolutely no depth to be found. A bunch of talking animals and
ridiculous looking people interact on screen, but none of them evoke the
slightest emotional reaction from the viewer.
Forced myself to watch Les Misérables, the final Best Picture nominee I’ve yet to see. By and large, I hate traditional musicals. Show tunes make me ill. Les Misérables starts off with a grating slave song, and continues to deliver one bleating number after the next.