Fast & Furious 6 Sicks Up All Over Itself
I should have stopped watching these films after Fast Five.
I should have stopped watching these films after Fast Five.
In which a pair of crazy writers write themselves into early graves.
The first in a sure-to-be-endless series of genius ideas we, the kind souls at Mind Control, offer to the Disney Empire free of charge.
It is the presidential candidate of films — attempting to be all things to all people and so succeeding in taking a stand on nothing, evincing zero honesty or insight.
In which three versions of the same history shed light on the story-tellers behind them.
You will watch these films and rock us sockless. And then you will collect all of our socks and make a shitload of sock puppets.
Say what you will about this franchise, or about Vin Diesel, or style over substance director Justin Lin, or even screenwriter Chris Morgan — this film is stupid good.
We last left the apes wondering if Zira and Cornelius’s baby would grow up and spawn a race of super-intelligent apes that would one day take over the world. WRONG! Well, sort of.
Anna lives without history, but Ida occupies a spot in time, and a difficult one.
It’s a movie. About Godzilla. In 2014. He destroys some stuff, fights a couple of other monsters. There are people in the movie, but not so you’d notice.
In which Jesse Eisenberg plays two of himself, neither of whom is likely to keep you awake for a full 90 minutes.
‘Scuse me while I whip this out.
Second-Hand Hearts was simply too weak to survive.
Listen up, Bub: what we got here are a bunch of staggering zombies and a bunch of yelling humans. Guess which ones are more interesting?