Do you like long walks on the beach and a nice glass of merlot on rainswept evenings when the only one who could possibly save the world is Matthew McConaughey? If so, let’s Netflix and chill.
Train to Busan is a pleasant night out featuring the infected trying to eat a) your face, b) your daughter, and c) most of a baseball team.
Gene Wilder’s other western ain’t Blazing Saddles, but it is…hmm…it is a western starring Gene Wilder. So there’s that. Did I mention Harrison Ford?
I suppose if you’re the sort of person who finds revenge fun, or who enjoys watching violence without most of the actual violence or any of the consequence, this could be the film for you.
Or, how to make a pretty durn good, yet pretty durn unoriginal Texas shoot-em-up flick.
I can review this film in no words.
I’m actually fairly disappointed that’s not what this film is called.
I hope to remember to avoid being killed by neo-Nazis, attack dogs, box cutters, or red laces.
Hunt for the Wilderpeople shows up with little to prove, and proves it anyway, exactly unlike any of the sequels or reboots that have been crowding cinemas of late.
It is, after all, a film about a flatulent corpse. And probably the best one you’ll see all year.
An animated talking dogs movie you will suffer nightmares from for the rest of your life.
Watching you squirm uncontrollably is the point. If tickling alone won’t do it, I’m sure they’ll think of something else.
It is likely that someone told you that Brooklyn was a good movie. If not, please allow me to.
In which we find it’s best not to know.