Throughout, the characters aren’t allowed to reveal themselves apart from the dictates of the plot.
The series takes on Catherine the Great with off-kilter comedy and startling poignancy.
Whatever new technology facilitated its genesis, the film is just another assembly-line reproduction.
The film is one that might have been dreamed up by one of the cynical douche bros from the Hangover during a blacked-out stupor.
There’s a little Charlie Chaplin in the Joker’s steps early on, before madness grips him in ways that would probably make Pennywise shudder.
Red Sparrow never gives fateful or conspicuous weight to all the breadcrumbs that point toward its long game.
Are the micro-biopics that lean on the spectacle of celebrity impersonation the new camp?
This has to be the toughest prediction year since Avenue Q shockingly walked away with the Best Musical prize six years ago.
The film is a marriage made in audience-capitulating hell.