The film hits its plot milestones as fast as humanly possible, cohesion or depth be damned.
Often divertingly colorful and busy to a fault, Aquaman seems to dare us to mock the world of comics’ most risible superhero.
Creed II is absent of both the topically political atmosphere of Rocky IV and the bravura action of Ryan Coogler’s Creed.
There’s no beauty to this film, little rhythm, none of the physical grace that action-film fans crave even if they don’t know they do.
For all the brawn on display, the film never slows down to take in the thrill and talent of hand-to-hand combat.
Essentially Lost Highway for a post-UFC world, the film is an intriguing but ultimately rather empty experience.
That John Hyams manages to overestimate the abilities of a Universal Soldier sequel proves undeniably appealing.
You might have noticed that Hollywood’s superhero well is running a little dry.
No one is up to Frank Langella’s pouting Skeletor in Masters of the Universe.
You thought Dolph Lundgren, Meryl Streep, and Darth Sidious couldn’t co-habitate. You were wrong, Padawan.
Even more so than its 2010 predecessor, The Expendables 2 feels like a juiced-up wish-fulfillment fantasy.
In the end, it’s the strength of individualism and not He-Man’s Sword of Power that provides the fatal blow to Skeletor’s reign of darkness.
The Expendables is a big, happy geek package readymade for chips and beer—and perhaps something harder, if you’re not a fan.
In lieu of a flurry of left hooks and roundhouse kicks, we stay safely in Stallone’s comfort zone of shoot ‘em ups and shit getting blown up.