Christ, what an absolute nasty freak-out of a movie. Anxiety ridden, funny, and mean. Well earned jump scares have their place in horror, and goddamn does this movie earn them.
That ending made me feel like a marvel fan boy with how excited it got me for a potential third. More of this please.
Is this movie better or significantly worse if written by Aaron Sorkin?
I'm sure I've seen this movie before. It's any sports movie, or Birdman, or The Newsroom, or any post The Social Network biopic. It's a bit saccharine, self-serious and maybe hard to swallow in it's efforts to heighten the drama and tension. But it a good time at the movies if you're willing to buy in.
I enjoyed it's performances (though some maybe can't stand up when against…
A writhing, pulsing, thing of a movie. Eager to push itself deep into the fleshy pits of your head. A truely disgusting body horror trip and a snarling satire of our society's patriarchal beauty standards.
Is the commentary/imagery/metaphor incredibly on the nose? Absolutely. Is that part of the fun? Also yes. This movie is entirely uninterested in subtlety, and more so in how gleefully and angrily it can cover you in the blood of its own message. This movie doesn't…
If someone tried making a superhero movie this good today, they'd kill him
