You know what film I knew was going to be terrible within the first three minutes?
We are man-cubs and we are dangerous.
The sequel to The Avengers is otherwise much like its predecessor: kinda witty and fun, kinda boring and explodey.
There’s little under the skin of Under The Skin. It’s a movie as visual and auditory experiment.
Some films are erotic; others stand naked.
Who the hell came up with Captain America, anyway? It’s like someone said, “I love Superman, but he’s so complex, with so many shades of grey to his character. If only there was a simpler version, but one still impervious to harm.”
In which I find myself somewhat flummoxed and curious at matters relating to this science fiction romance.