The Nut Job 2’s episodic plot is little more than a clothesline on which to hang manic action sequences.
A worthy escalation of its predecessor’s sleek charm, John Wick: Chapter 2 is the finest action film since Mad Max: Fury Road.
The episode is deeply critical of America, yet offers a glance toward the possibility of salvation.
It attempts to dress up torture-porn tropes with a late-inning switch to science fiction that spectacularly backfires.
The film remarkably balances its predecessor’s spartan characterizations and plotting with an expansion of scale.
Based on one of Eli Roth’s parodic trailers, the film is a lifeless treatment of an amusing and unsettling concept.
The premise should be prime fodder for director Wim Wenders’s brand of poetic regret.
Writer-director Anders Morgenthaler’s film is practically an exercise in over-explication.
As juvenile and frivolous a wish-fulfillment fantasy as one might expect from the visionary behind the Princess Leia hogtied to Jabba the Hut.
The cacophony of visions, broken mirrors, and mutilations only points to the ghost in the machine respecting The Craft as its spirit animal.