I distantly remember this being like, "the shitty Broadcast News", not knowing that it was like the fourth adaptation of The Front Page, just for the TV news era this time.
Leans hard on the broad and physical for its comedy, which isn't great - seeing Christopher Reeve melt down in that elevator is cringey as shit. Turner and Reynolds feel like they're in comfortable territory though.
Damn, this movie fuses action and horror better than any movie since...I dunno, Aliens? It is, most of the time, an ice-cold horror movie, and it doesn't let its action-movie shit get away from that for long - even in its superb hand-to-hand fight scenes, there's usually something that establishes immediate mortal stakes for our protagonist, like losing a part of his body he will definitely miss, or the merciless churn through people who were in the wrong place at…
Tom Six, like a lot of people whose art is childishly offensive and basically stupid, considers himself a warrior for free speech. (o, how hard he fights. On Twitter.) He dresses like the French guy in Raiders Of The Lost Ark and has so far shown the world exactly one idea, which he's flogged out for three movies now. I am caught between befuddlement and admiration.
This third gulp at the can dispenses with the dropout-Cronenberg medical horror of the…
George Miller had been talking about this - or at least, had been persistently asked about it in interviews - for like twenty years now, and I don't know what's different about now that he finally got around to making it but I'm glad he did. The response on this has been gobsmacking, though I was willing to chalk a fair bit of it up to Peak Gen-X Nostalgia, and it coming at a good time to be heralded as…
