A rapid-fire zingfest of the kind that today's funny women deserve as much as Katharine Hepburn and Ginger Rogers did - the quick and improvisational feel of this has obviously had an influence on the works of Paul Feig, and it's dizzying to imagine what his casts could do if unchained from the pacing of modern mainstream comedy. The ending catches you by surprise here too - aside from being fabulously funny, it builds to a moving, if melodramatic finale.
It's misleading trailer time! Take all of the trailer moments and put them in the order that they appear in this 122 minute sequel and you'll find that the context has mostly been messed about. We'll forgive it that though, cos we'll enjoy the shit out of it anyway.
The first film was ten minutes too long at the end there, but this one front-loads the chuffa (in which our hero is doing bad things for a bad man rather…
Hey, guess what? It's nothing like the trailers. It's actually funny, actually scary, and, because there isn't a bottom half to read under a movie, it's 100% dickhead proof.
The one thing that nobody seemed to actually buy ahead of this was that it could be both a remake and a passing of the torch. It turns out that it's both of those things and while it certainly bows to the original as much as, say, The Force Awakens does…
It may be a little premature, but we already have the first President Trump era comic book movie. I'm not even talking about the story, in which two emasculated rich white men blame an immigrant for what's wrong with the world.
Just like Trump's campaign for the nomination, it's stupid, hateful, and by the time you've just deciphered one utterly insensible thing it's said or done, it'll have done five more. And depressingly, despite all of this, people are probably…