The film's command of action defuses concerns about whether it offers a thorough social critique.
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.
Aside from the sight of a monstrous granny climbing a ceiling on all fours, there’s little genre juice to these lackluster proceedings.
Banal, belligerent, and brain-dead, it ultimately succeeds only at being far less than meets bare-minimum cinematic standards.
The movie is “more than meets the eye”: an elaborate advert for the U.S. military. “Be all that you can be” would have been more honest.
The setup for John Singleton’s latest urban drama is pure western-movie lore.