The best thing I can say about Transformers: The Last Knight is that it is 15 shorter than Transformers: Age of Extinction. At the end of the day, this film is almost so bad it’s worth watching…almost
47 Meters Down is a bigger nothingburger than Rachel Maddow’s Trump tax scoop. I left the theater feeling nothing for this movie and I feel even less writing this review. If you want a better Shark thriller, watch last years The Shallows, it’s better in every aspect.
Thomas Hobbs from LW Lies put it perfectly “The defiant last words of the real-life Tupac were “fuck you”. After two hours and twenty minutes, you’ll want to scream out the same thing.”
I tell you, Scarlett Johansson’s acting career outside of Disney’s Marvel is struggling more than the plot of Dragon Ball Super…
Megan Leavey is a deeply emotional love story between a woman and her dog which does romance better than many other wooden actors in 2017.
When It comes down to it, It Comes At Night just feels like a filler episode of The Walking Dead and perhaps an episode of Talking Dead after the film would have answered more questions than the actual film did.
Hollywood is wondering why no one is going to the movie theater now and tickets sales are way down. This film answers that question because the only things they can seem to do now is Remake, Reboot, Sequel, complain about the President, and rip-off the idea of a Cinematic Universe nobody asked for in the first place. The Mummy is a bitter disappointment on so many levels.