In bobbling both the central character and the fray going on around her, Prey doesn’t take advantage of its many opportunities.
Love and Thunder is, quite simply, a mess.
It’s still an overstuffed show, but in building up the relationships audiences truly care about, season 3’s existential musings become time well spent.
It doesn’t try to go to infinity and beyond. Instead, it tells a simple story well and without a lot of fuss.
A bitter disappointment because, while it brings the dinosaurs, it fails to tell a solid story.
This is ruthlessly proficient entertainment filmmaking, and any human plunked into a theater will be powerless against it.
Wanders from MCU standards without completely losing the trail, and every strange cranny it finds proves enlivening.
A beautifully bloody empty shell, which is just enough for me.
The Batman is, quite simply, a ponderous bore.
The 355 is an unambitious action film, and no one involved did much to make it interesting.