Every time a new Pokémon would come on screen, my son would lean over and begin a thoughtful discussion about the film’s clever use of said Pokémon species (of which I have zero prior research or knowledge of), and then at the end my youngest daughter turned to me and said, quietly, “I like this movie, Daddy.” So as far as I’m concerned this film is a rousing success and the filmmakers should be awarded our country’s finest medals.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I’m giving this five stars because
A. I’m sick of marvel movies and yet this thing made me cry and cheer multiple times
B. There are so many characters to service here and every single one of them gets straight up serviced
C. Fat Thor. The. Whole. Time.
D. “I am Iron Man.”
This and SOLO have confirmed two things for me:
1. We’re in the age of mainstream fanfic, and
2. I don’t love that.
Watching this movie, I kept thinking about how Spielberg once wanted to direct a Bond film, but Cubby Broccoli wouldn’t let him, so instead he and George Lucas made their own version of James Bond called Indiana Jones.
I hope more directors will start making their own versions of their favorite franchises soon.