As a fan of Bob Odenkirk, this was super disappointing. One full star for the reformed neo-nazis. Could have used more of them. Thankfully, Better Call Saul will be back soon to wash away this unfunny mediocrity.
It's strange that a film devotes so much time to the realism of reloading weapons when nothing else approaches reality. Still, despite the film's ga-ga, near pornographic love for guns and their mechanics, I appreciated this sequel's embrace of the ridiculousness in its world-building. And though the film's action could get just as repetitive as the original, the inclusion of Common as a rival assassin gave the film a bit of life to keep me going.
"If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something."
I'm not a talker. I'm too self-conscious, too timid, too introverted, preferring instead to convey my thoughts in writing, after I've given myself a proper amount of time to mull them over. Obviously this isn't logical when dealing with other human beings, we interact through our words, in the moment, through eye contact and hand gestures and dialogue. My inability…
"The world moves for love, it kneels before it in awe."
I know my credibility as a film fan, and possibly my sanity, may be called into question, but M. Night Shyamalan's masterpiece doesn't feature ghosts, superheroes, or aliens. It involves the things we shall not speak of (but really should, like religion, politics, etc.), good colors and bad colors, and, most importantly, an affecting love story wrapped up in a timely fable of post-9/11 fear-mongering. With a surprisingly deep…