The triplets are natural story tellers and actors and the sad reveal of their post eighties fame unravels with regrets, poignancy, pathos and an overpowering sense of their losses and their tragedy.
Thanos snapping his finger and disposing of half the MCU is the best thing that could happen to those not wanting to sit through another third or fourth iteration of critically lauded and wildly fan applauded Marvel mythology.
The Bleeding Edge is a cry for caution for patients not to accept the latest and greatest unless it has been thoroughly tried and true.
Extinction is wry enough to avoid its title.
Blindspotting is pure Oakland, pure there there. It drills down into the city’s essence and finds not just a physical place but the perfect metaphor for a divided and disenchanted America struggling and resisting change.
If this seems like the best of the six Mission: Impossible films that’s because Fallout is always cleverly recycling plot elements, characters and action moments to disguise the fact that this is basically a greatest hits movie.
Sadly, Callahan’s cartoons vividly animated and sketched are receded as the art becomes background to the Oedipal drama of a son successfully overcoming his abandonment issues and alcoholism.
There are two questions I ask whenever I see Melissa McCarthy top billed in a movie. Did she write it and did her husband, Ben Falcone direct it?
It’s a Memento meets A Beautiful Mind thriller about a Basque man who discovers that there is a mathematical correlation between a convenience store shooting tragedy and the same spot’s past, present and future.