arguably a new low for storytelling within the MCU, with all the narrative potential of a multiverse squandered by the franchise’s most insular instincts. the one saving grace of no way home was how it channeled its high concept hook into a more intimate story; here, interdimensional travel is more or less a launching pad for strained fan service.
there’s an attempt at fleshing out the character of dr strange, a man who hasn’t grown an inch in the 6…
it's hard to be disappointed by a franchise entry already running low on nostalgia fumes and hastily written in between terf screeds on twitter, but it truly is stunning how the secrets of dumbledore can't even be bothered to conjure up the thrill of flying through the warner brothers logo!!!! i give zero shits about albus dumbledore's family heritage, but i DO care about the sickest titles gimmick from my childhood.
a political resistance thriller set within the hp universe…
I cannot overstate the sheer obsession this film has with the viscosity of cum, to the extent that I walked out of the cinema feeling as if I had some stuck in my hair.
