the most sam raimi film not directed by sam raimi ever made. loved every minute, despite a lot of it not making a lick of sense.

a sweeping epic unlike any i've ever seen in the cinema. please please please catch this in theaters if you can, while you can.
this studio must have recieved a fat check from the PRC to pull this off, because there's NO WAY they made enough from the first film to finance this nearly 2 1/2 hour magnum opus. and that's shocking to me due to the blatant anti-fascist revolutionary messages presented here... and i can't imagine good ol' pooh…
what's this?? dan trachtenberg is about to have THREE absolutely peak predator films released back-to-back under his belt by the end of the year, all existing within an interconnected and creatively driven shared universe??
nah fuck that... give me at least fifteen more uninspired legacy sequels all with the same exact title so people are forced to refer to them by the year they released in. I WANT GENERIC SLOP NOT MASTERPIECES GODDAMMIT!!!
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wow, this was just batshit insane pretty much from start to finish. if you're looking for one of the craziest and most hysterical scenes ever put to film, look no further than the guy using a helicopter to weedwack a hoard of zombies with another dude hanging off said helicopter, getting splattered by the gore invincible subway style, and finally falling off with the pilot calling him a "fucking pussy" as he plummets to his death. at least that's how…
ryan coogler's sinners, in addition to being so wonderfully campy, is a deepy thought provoking examination of religion, love, oppression, and heritage. i'm not able to articulate my thoughts very well on here, so i'll simply leave it to the more experienced reviewers to deep dive into everything that makes this film the astounding achivement that it is.
one word: music. music transcends past, present, and future. it endures through centuries of deliberate cultural erasure, reuniting us with pieces of…