As it proceeds, the appeal of its nostalgia wears thin and you may notice that there isn’t much beyond the window dressing.
It baits and switches on two disappointing propositions, moving swiftly from the expectedly cliché to the dismayingly derivative.
It ignores the delights and hardships of becoming an artist in lieu of simply presenting the long-touted liberating effects of art.
This botched vision accepts the warrior’s nobility at face value and sees the story merely as a springboard for high-flying action and CGI special effects.
This may be the year’s best superhero movie because, for a sufficient amount of time, it doesn’t feel like one at all.
With The Promise, a once-promising director continues down an ill-advised path toward mainstream mediocrity.