Somehow, a film that starts off with a massive kaiju looming over Seoul manages to exemplify some the worst fetishes of action flicks and modern, self-aware TV romcoms.
I appreciate Colossal's overall themes and intentions. I appreciate its commentary on the diverse flavors of toxicity in relationships, and its championing of the independent female spirit. But these intentions don't excuse its heavy-handed, pandering approach to expressing these themes, and they don't excuse its other numerous offenses, from awkward-sexy boy-girl interactions…
A normal documentary about a small selection of normal, every-day dancers; more slice-of-life home video than historical-feature, but filled with silly and sassy snippets. Lots of great, high-octane lindy-hop mania footage as expected, but a couple of brief, awkwardly placed dramatic and historical segments make watching this movie more like taking alternating hits of crack and WWII trivia.