Once things get moving, it’s smooth sailing to the double-shocker of a denouement.
Morgan’s makers lose trust in the intellectual heft of their material and chose to prioritize empty sensation instead.
Vin Diesel’s lifelessness flies in the face of the film’s more original and ultimately transitory surface pleasures.
It waffles between dramatizing youthful self-absorption and succumbing to it, and this tonal instability comes to mirror the domestic discord that’s revealed to be its real subject.
This minimal setup stands in sharp contrast to the previous season’s showstoppers.
The series feels like it has some firm footing and a newfound sense of certain direction that was lacking intermittently in the second season.
After last week’s thematically spastic episode, it’s refreshing to see that a simple and direct, albeit unambitious, theme unites the various plot strands here.
The new season introduces an assortment of fresh environments, expertly visualized by the show’s tremendous production values and adept crew.