Author: chris

Well-shot but empty, it trudges along without purpose or payoff—leaving little reason for it to exist at all.

Feels like a warm ensemble piece where every familiar face brings something worthwhile. Comfort viewing with a bittersweet edge.

Over-explains itself into boredom, draining the mystery and weight from what could have been a far more impactful story.

Polished but predictable, it delivers the usual dino mayhem without finding a fresh spark to make it roar again.

Offers little beyond a sense of déjà vu—well-made but ultimately treading familiar ground without adding much.

Stylish and savage—this is Argento firing on all cylinders one last time, capped off by an unforgettable final act.

Kicks off with gripping chaos but loses steam fast—what begins with promise stumbles into familiar, drawn-out territory.

An amazing idea taken to the next level by a truly unhinged performance from Jai Courtney.

Barely coherent—it exists, but that’s about the most you can say for it.

Uneven but packed with moments of brilliance—held together by Pedro Pascal, who steals every scene he’s in.

Grimy, gritty, and carried by an unhinged performance from Wings Hauser that demands attention—pure ’80s sleaze done right.

Chaotic yet ambitious, it bites off more than it can chew but earns points in my book for daring to go bigger and weirder.

Plods along without much spark, but the bizarre, unforgettable ending almost makes the wait worthwhile.