Only notating whether a film uses rear projection or not from now on. This does.
Saw this months ago. Praise was unanimous then and is now.
Empirically bad, faux-pas trump/immigration polemic from someone clearly too removed from what it can’t feign real anger towards.
I’ve forgotten every character but Daniel Craig’s. Johnson’s whodunit rends all its greats (Jamie Lee Curtis, Toni Colette, Lakeith Stanfield, Don Johnson, Christopher Plummer, and Michael Shannon) into incorporeal dross. Some feat.
Digitally reanimating the dead is more convincing than digitally deaging the old. Nothing else to note.
*drunk update* Thank god this addresses an ongoing sexual tension of the franchise, maintaining Star Wars as a PG/PG13 universe of extremes that still fu*ks, albeit hardly — probably less than it ever did.