Between this and Drop, ‘Baby Shark’ is having a helluva year at the movies.
All those years of trying to force Jai Courtney as a leading man, when this is clearly what he should’ve been doing the whole time: dancing around in his Y-fronts swigging red wine from the bottle.
At its best, expensive-looking Last Crusade cosplay via Uncharted (the game) with a little Tintin in there.
In fact, as much as Krasinski is channelling (PlayStation) Nathan Drake here (and boy is he channelling [PlayStation] Nathan Drake - this is more of an Uncharted movie than the Uncharted movie), I’ve realised that he looks like he was drawn by Hergé and should play Captain Haddock.
I enjoyed watching this and I generally like the way Guy Ritchie frames his action set-pieces, but it couldn’t have been more obvious. The dead archaeologist Dad’s name is Harrison.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
If “Somehow, Palpatine returned” was an entire movie.
This movie utterly destroyed me. I am destroyed. I am in small pieces, scattered on the ground. It is a wonderful feeling.
It seems paradoxical that something can be so subtle and so powerful at the same time.
The way Adèle Haenel can hint at an expression, and convey its emotion without ever actually going there, is simply astonishing.
Noémie Merlant embodies a level of self-awareness here that will inspire me for the rest of my days. Seeing her composure…
