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.
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 masterpiece? No. A Céline Dion biopic? Sort of. A vision you could never anticipate and may never see again? Completely.
A beautifully bloody empty shell, which is just enough for me.
Deep Water gets bogged down by familiar and pedantic elements of an erotic thriller that feels 65 years old.
A perfectly fine little film with engaging characters, parent-appealing cultural throwbacks, and the familiar message to embracing yourself.
Pokes at insecurities and comforts we can neither fully grasp nor avoid.
The Batman is, quite simply, a ponderous bore.