Independence Day: Resurgence does nothing satiric or fleetingly parodic with the notion of a world united in the midst of alien annihilation.
At its worst, the film dangerously repackages the queer experience using language invented by those originally deployed to break it apart.
Roland Emmerich makes love of country into a thing of unabashed hokum, which bleeds through every nook of this overstuffed jumble and leaves no character untouched.
The film’s strongest bit of buzz has been swirling around the lead performance from Naomi Watts, whose tortured turn as the quintet’s mother hen has made her a Best Actress frontrunner.
Roland Emmerich’s film is an interesting case in that it may very well be its director’s best work; however, a better director is the one thing it surely needed.
Would anyone want to sit through a film in which hunting and gathering takes precedence over defending one’s honor?
“What a ride!” says Joel Siegal. “Totally Cool” responds Gene Shalit. It makes me want to throw up to say that they’re kind of right.
The film is too beholden to action-movie requirements to successfully wrap its snow-and-sleet battered head around general geopolitical issues.