It would be funny if the first brick Kevin dropped on Marv's head killed him instantly (like it probably should have) and the rest of the movie was spent in court.
Twice the home, twice the alone and twice the murderous intent from Kevin. Realistically, Marv and Harry should've taken a gun. Can't let a kid pull that shit on you a second time.
Lesson: trust the creepy old man that lives across the road and gives you silent dirty stares, he's actually a real good guy. The police though, they're pretty useless, fuck the police. I'm on Buzz's side, Kevins a little shit.
As far as slapstick comedies go this is probably one of the best out there but I'm just fed up with it to be honest.
I know he's meant to be a flawed kid but what the fuck was Peter smoking? The man ended up sacrificing his aunty and likely multiple civilians in order to save a pile of villains from another dimension. Not like he saved them either, Electro will probably fall to his death, Green Goblin will still get impaled by his glider and Doctor Octopus literally came to his senses in the other universe anyways.
Blanc saw the piece of blood on Marta's shoe, linked it to the murder, and then thought "fuck, we need to make a two our movie out of this shit, better just ignore it".
It's probably a fairly gimmicky thing to get excited about but when all the knives lined up around Blanc's head as he made the big reveal, god damn that was cool.
Important lesson to be learned: if you're lonely, depressed and going through a mental breakdown where you feel the need to kill someone for attention, do the world a favour and kill a couple of scumbags.
Driving a late night taxi in 70s Manhattan, your bound to lose either your mind or your morals, most likely both.
See without you George the town would've been a different place. Mr. Gower would've gone to jail for 20 years after poisoning a child. Your brother Harry would've died along with hundreds of soldiers he wouldn't have been able to save. But worse of all George, and I don't know how to tell you this but... Mary… she… she never would've become a housewife. In fact without you George she would have gone on to be one of those women…
To be fair if your wife came in and gave your brother a kiss on the lips you'd be a bit suspicious.
A man who can fight, a man who can withstand physical pain, a man that at face value looks to be the epitome of masculinity, yet a man who proves to be more and more pathetic as the movie goes on. "You didn't knock me down". A moment that feels cool and robust on the surface. Yet coming…
Kind of an obvious thing to get at but they guard these motherfuckers with one single guy then send in a group of unarmed police men to stop them once they escape.
All three of these films start out like they're trying to be down-to-earth and believable before becoming just as far-fetched as any old superhero movie in the final act.
I'm not laughing at the concept of an insane, comic book obsessed disabled man committing random acts of terrorism on the off chance he'd find a superhuman, I'm laughing at the fact he was successful on his third attempt.
This film attempts to create a more grounded, believable superhero movie which I loved. But then it comes in with the whole "instinctual" crime sensing superpower which just isn't explained whatsoever.
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