One of the most visually ugly movies of the year with baffling editing choices that feels like it was test screened and focus-grouped to death. Plenty of flashing lights and loud noises to make sure the audience is constantly stimulated. Some clever passages here and there and a talented ensemble that keeps the train on the tracks (so to speak) but not much memorable substance to be gleaned.
Ryan Reynolds-core.
JORDAN PEELE DOES NOT MISS. HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO MISS. HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW THE DEFINITION OF THE WORD!
Peele is on his way to becoming the next Christopher Nolan, in that if he continues on this trajectory of quality filmmaking and thematically rich storytelling, that if he wants I can see a studio giving him $150 million for an original idea.
More cancer in this movie than The Fault in Our Stars, 50/50 and My Sister's Keeper combined.
This is the first movie in at least 15 years that has legitimately made me want to go out to the store and buy myself a superhero costume.
