Spielberg's understated crusade for the indisputable need for a free press might be a little too low-key to have any impact in the morass of muddled rhetoric that is the present-day American political landscape, but sometimes you've got to preach to the choir because they've nodded off and let the church burn to the ground. And what a joy it is to see him knock out something so effortlessly classy in his spare time: The Post oozes The Berg's trademark…
Long, dumb and full of fun: as much as these things are starting to look more and more like Pixar films, and as much as they're increasingly uninterested in what it means to be superhuman (or, indeed, human), and as much as Thor's storyline here drags on for an unnecessarily long time, I can't help but have a good time with them. It's just a blast to spend time with all these characters, and almost everyone gets a satisfyingly balanced…
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Where'd all the water come from? How did the daughter understand or know how to operate the audio equipment within seconds of seeing it for the first time? Why did nobody pull the fucking nail out of the floor? And how do I get Bluntinski to adopt me?