The film finally tips the franchise over from modestly thoughtful stupidity into tedious, loud inanity.
It lays bare that the franchise’s most radical asset is also its most conservative: an overriding emphasis on, above all else, the on-screen family.
For anyone who prefers their assertive homilies to crust over like a syrupy sweet, this loose adaptation of Langston Hughes’s beloved holiday tradition will come on like a dream fulfilled.
Justin Lin strives to approximate something like Ocean’s Eleven for petrosexuals, but testosterone outweighs wit and cleverness at every turn in Chris Morgan’s starched script.
The filtering aspect of a filmmaker’s strong personality has the redeeming power that committee-obedient, impersonal filmmakers can never hope to acquire.
The tedious Legion teaches us nothing, except that Paul Bettany matches a fetching brunette.
Banal, belligerent, and brain-dead, it ultimately succeeds only at being far less than meets bare-minimum cinematic standards.