One of those films that is truly a world in itself.
Oh for Christ’s sake, Ridley.
It’s a monster movie. Stop taking it all so fucking seriously. (Or do that a whole lot better.) You have incredible production design, a budget of squillions, a very able cast and a monster so genuinely iconic it still has the potential to shock. And apart from a jump or two, I spent this movie more or less blandly engaged, and never once properly tense or excited. Because you’ve decided it's all about god, or…
Entertaining, though frequently very talky, action yarn. And tonally confused – the switches between WWI horrors, the piratical roughhousing of the plucky team of misfits on a mission, the slapsticky schtick from the ultimately pointless Lucy Davis character, and the Deep Stuff about humanity’s capacity for inhumanity, all sit most uncomfortably with each other. It’s like the makers tried to include every variety of a superhero adventure they could think of – and did none of them justice.