Critics speak only in hushed tones of the impending death of film. We are helplessly reverent before the loss: we rue the static sheen of the digital, sneering at its mathematical precision, extolling fondly the hum and flicker long gone in celluloid’s absence. We feel the firm tug of nostalgia already for the cinema’s too recently abandoned tactile pleasures, memories clipped and embellished by an alluring cinephilic romance. So it is that we long to once again meet the dead-eyed…
New York Times review - www.nytimes.com/2021/07/22/movies/jolt-review.html
Somehow the second overly stylized, female-led John Wick knockoff I have reviewed in as many weeks. This one isn’t any better.