Rob Pattinson continues to make me regret ever doubting his acting abilities as a Twilight-hating pre-teen, but holy cow this movie’s pacing. Started off fun and bouncy (though maybe a little strangely put together with the non-linear storytelling) but the third act just does. Not. End. The aliens are cute but Mickey becomes basically irrelevant to the plot, his character arc is nonexistent. And don’t get me started on Mark Ruffalo’s Trump impression.
Feels like the $50 million version of…