Have you ever asked yourself the question, what if Pedro Almodóvar directed Airplane!?
Probably the Almodóvar I’ve revisited the most over the years, not particularly for its quality, but that it’s a damn good junk-food movie. Darkly funny, never too serious, but manages to weave in its melodramatic interludes without feeling too clunky. Often feels less like a coherent movie than a celebration of his leading ladies, who all kill it in their respective roles - especially Lola Dueñas who…
Robert Pattinson is so good at being two different sexy little freaks that you can kind of look past the fact that this is… a bit of a slog to get through?
The big problem here is just how much Bong Joon Ho tries to bite off here in terms of theming - it’s a film about so many social issues, all treated without a modicum of subtext, so when things finally come to a head, there’s less of a…
Puerile, unintelligible garbage that thinks it has something earnest to say about society but has arrived about five years too late and struggles to string together a coherent plotline. Has about four decent jokes in it but they’re overwhelmed by a load of really out-of-place transphobia and bizarre attempts at political gags, plus about 300 uses of the word ‘cunt’ in lieu of actual humour.
I can’t believe Mick Carter died for this.
