Director Shane Black’s streak of puckish nihilism is an attitude that makes him a perfect for this franchise.
Its cumulative effect is utter exhaustion, the cinematic equivalent of chasing a toddler through a toy store.
Josh Gordon and Will Speck’s Office Christmas Party generally smacks of trying too hard to earn its laughs.
The issue with X-Men: Apocalypse is that Bryan Singer suggests so many possible directions to go in and still chooses the least interesting one.
It seems engineered to give you that initial rush of satisfaction, but leaves you in a dead zone where the only thing you want is more of the same.
A jump scare isn’t just a jump scare in the films of Scott Derrickson, which isn’t to say this wannabe master of horror has entirely perfected the art of sudden dread.