Hell no. I've got less important things to do.
Vince Vaughn stan.
The level of commitment from Dennis Hopper is genuinely fascinating. I wanna know what he did to prepare for this, or if he's just that cooked.
Film equivalent of being a kid and going to your grandma's house on the weekend, where she always gives you a couple of quid to buy a bag of sweets from the shop on the way home. Then once you've scoffed your £2 pix up and have a sugar crash, you begin to wonder how your weekends at grandma's are numbered and that time is relative. You're unusually aware for a 10yo. Then you begin to think how bang out Jean-Luc Godard was to Agnes. No need.
Despite Anya Taylor Joy's annoying form of vogue acting, I enjoyed my first trip to an IMAX screen.
George Miller's digital propulsive post-apocalyptic hellscape in the sand, blends an impressive cohesion of soft horror with fantastical world building and photography. At times I felt I was playing Borderlands or Fallout, being visually absorbed and learning a wider sense of the lore.
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