You (new cinema) kids get off my lawn: the movie.
It’s the first time I’ve ever thought of Tarantino as an old man.
I’m secretly pretending this is a weird half-sequel to Kitamura’s Alive.
Your first tip-off that you might not be getting a completely satisfying story is on the Part 1 appended to the title. That’s not to say it doesn’t have its pleasures. I was largely on the movie’s side withholding the major blood and guts beats until the last quarter, focusing instead on letting us observe its lead character (IMDB weirdly doesn’t have a cast listing).
What action there is remains quick, dirty, and in need of some clear rules about how the psychic murder teens’ powers work. I suppose that’ll be explored in part 2.
The movie’s rhythm and flow are as tired as John Wick’s character seems to be in its opening scenes.
Busy in the way the other two weren’t, plotty in a way that exhausted me. Worse, action beats were repeated over and over, stripping it of the weird, vicious glee of its predecessors.