Scott cares only for the set pieces, as evinced by the listless mediocrity that surrounds them.
There’s a riveting story somewhere here about the crumbling of the Soviet Union and the stranglehold of capitalism on ’80s culture, but Tetris never quite locates it.
The series sucks the juice out of its pop-cultural reference points, failing to mine our current nightmares on its own terms.
James McTeigue comes awfully close to making a successful, gory comedy out of the ridiculous splatterfest Ninja Assassin.
V for Vendetta, unlike the Alan Moore comic from which it's adapted, is scarily flat.
It’s little wonder that Alan Moore has officially disowned the movie version of his dystopian comic series V for Vendetta.