Had to restart the movie twice cause I cried so hard, I couldn’t see the screen anymore…
Now, I’m really excited for Valentine’s Day this year.
Had to restart the movie twice cause I cried so hard, I couldn’t see the screen anymore…
Now, I’m really excited for Valentine’s Day this year.
Having only ever seen the 2014 version, this movie was a breathe of fresh air in the realm of comic book superhero films. The kitschy dialogue won me over with its earnestness, the synths playing in the underground all the while touching upon the turmoil of a young man’s experience navigating society and finding acceptance.
However that being said, Splinter could’ve fucked off on all 7 ways to hell, NYC rats win another day.
Fear is not an option.
This movie has all the Bs you could ever want in a film: booze, babes, boobs, and bombs. And more boobs.
Arnold’s delivery against his costars reminds me that suspension of disbelief is consciously required sometimes for film watching and how he supposedly blended in into a suburban environment whilst being sculpted as a god will never not be funny (looking at you, Twins).
A fun parody of the classic Bond/spy films, nothing was spared…