Since I’m not a fan of the ‘80s nostalgia wave contaminating conquering screens the world over right now, the latest installment in the Predator franchise — dubbed THE Predator (DUN DUN DUN!!!) — didn’t particularly appeal to me on its chrome face.
In terms of Academy Awards-esque recognition, “Best Actress” is often understood to signify “The Most Acting.”
By this point, I’ve pontificated enough about my disdain for straightforward revivals.
The Children Act makes for an imbalanced cinematic stew, with ingredients whose disparate flavors blend into an insipid cinematic concoction.
They don’t make ‘em like they used to.
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Immersive theatre is all the rage with the kids these days.
And now, it’s time for yet another piece of art with strong conceptual ideas hamstrung by inferior execution:
Conformist cultural commentators on the interwebs like to boast about how TV’s toppled film in recent years.
With seemingly the entire film industry having contracted the plague of sequelitis, why don’t these endless franchises preface each installment with “previously on” montages, the sort popularized during television’s serialization epoch?
Isn’t it a little too early in the year to be bitching about the Academy Awards?
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