Visually really, really strong. There is definitely a director's stamp on the film, which is a high compliment for someone directing a marvel film. Michael B. Jordan is one hell of a talent.
Finally. Fucking finally.
Leave it to my favorite living director and one of the greatest actors to ever do the damn thing to make me feel sorry for such a fussy little brat...and then turn the whole thing on its head. Just when you get a grip on where it's going, PTA pulls the rug out from under you, and where do you end up? Meeting a boy-doctor in a puddle of sweat, mushrooms on your breath, hazily hollering at…