Sacrifices almost all of Coogler's emotional intelligence and nuance for, well, a pretty generic ROCKY sequel with Adonis' arc one of masculine pride restored. In fact it's the Dragos who have the more succinct and novel underdog story (honestly I was sort of rooting for them, and anyway it's great to see Dolph in a dramatic role, no matter how small). The performances are so convincing that it's still relatively effective by the end but the last thing this movie should've been is merely acceptable.

You think this is crazy you should hear my rant about how "Ducktales" is a Randian socioeconomic nightmare.

I believe it was Howard Hawks who said "A good movie is a handful of reasonably funny scenes and like eight garbage improv-y momentum-killing ones, and a bunch of cameos, whatever, I don't know."