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I mean, not terrible. Not a disaster or disgrace. The culturally-appropriate casting is an improvement, obviously. Zegler is a star. DeBose and Faist are good. This Spielberg kid might have some chops. But most of Kushner's screenplay tweaks are painfully ham-fisted, and Elgort's creepy charisma vacuum makes investment in the love story impossible. It never really takes flight, or even answers the inevitable question of "Why?"
The writing is terrible. The fight scenes are messy and badly choreographed. It might be the worst looking Marvel movie ever, and that is a low bar to clear. And the whole thing seems to be a series of contrivances designed to pander to nostalgia for things I can't believe anyone is nostalgic for. Have they really succeeded in lowering expectations this far?
I love stumbling upon something on cable that I would not have paid to see in a million years, and discovering it’s actually good. My expectations for a Marky Mark comedy from the director of Horrible Bosses 2 and That’s My Boy could not have been lower, but this is amazingly solid, authentically heartfelt, and genuinely funny.
No, I can’t quite believe it either. But trust me.