A slightly off-kilter movie that could have used a little more off-kiltering.
Logan Lucky frames itself as a paean to the people of the Mid-Atlantic and their underrated pluck. ‘Take me home, country roads,’ it croons, but I was not tempted.
It takes a Gould to steal the unstealable.
Do you vaguely recall it being the worst? Sure, that’s what THEY want you to believe. Let me expand your mind…
Rend your rictus with screams of inchoate rage and explode my face with eldritch fire. I love you Stay Puft.
There have been all too few films that have addressed the utterly alien in a way that’s even vaguely adequate.
Nothing an injection of medicinal cocaine can’t fix.