At the level you want it to be: Elba frantically punching a lion.
All the attempts to say anything about abuse gets filtered through the story’s unreal elements, and they reflect back only the most basic ideas on the topic before completely losing the thread.
In bobbling both the central character and the fray going on around her, Prey doesn’t take advantage of its many opportunities.
What fear and awe you still get from Nope.
Love and Thunder is, quite simply, a mess.
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 masterpiece? No. A Céline Dion biopic? Sort of. A vision you could never anticipate and may never see again? Completely.