This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Murder on the Dancefloor!
The puss ate.
Even for mid standards, 'The Marvels' is perfectly fine popcorn entertainment. Never reaching what Marvel once was nor plunging into the deep end (at least in my opinion). Clearly a film that was done to death in the editing room. Under two hours, cgi bodies, and a cluster of unremarkable jokes. That being said, its three leading ladies and a ton of pussy help it from going anywhere but the middle.
I am surprised and if not a little shocked that I found this to be bland and so uninspired. Elevated by a performance that never quite reached the immense praise that was given. I hope this doesn't go anywhere this awards season. Which is unfortunate because this story and its larger-than-life public figure should be given better treatment, and have a chance to rise to the occasion. But I left the Netflix home screen feeling absolutely nothing.