With its dull mixture of indifferently staged exposition and action, it suggests a primitive side-scrolling video game.
Depp’s perfunctory gestures and flailing pratfalls befit a film that brings the series’s theme-park roots full circle.
Reminiscent of Woody Allen’s Manhattan Murder Mystery, it utilizes a pulp conceit as a shorthand for the regrets that bubble up in a marriage.
Most affecting in its depiction of friendship, and the performances represent platonic male intimacy in convincing, often moving ways.
A once-precious franchise’s weakest installment, which forgets these adventures’ magic was never conjured by bells and whistles.