A bit of a stage-y, act-y film, this, and in that regard somewhat enjoyable, but story-wise the central family is, almost to a (wo)man, intensely unlikeable, with the few who aren’t mean or spiteful still blithely disrespectful to ‘the help’, or ill-served by lurid plot twists that ring slightly false.
De Palma’s sordid love letter to Hitchcock’s Psycho, Dressed to Kill is yet a complete and curious beast of its own. Trashy, artful, erotic, violent, silly; it’s never better than when staging its tense set-pieces, particularly the central about-turn, which is to die for. An odd and maybe brilliant film.
Homefront, boasting the unlikely face-off Statham vs. Franco, should have been the guilty pleasure of the year, but instead it’s a disappointingly po-faced thriller, derivative of several current TV shows, and neutered by the seemingly endless procession of villains, each one deferring to the next, until finally not much happens.
Dark Elves, Aether, beautiful arms, something about a convergence, Darcy! Something something Loki! An absolute banger of a cameo – no, not Stan Lee – some genuinely exciting action, more Loki! More jokes! A climax that’s more farce than drama, but that’s ok too – no, Loki! Yes, Loki! OMG WHO IS THAT?
A perfect example of why performance magic doesn’t work on film, Now You See Me can’t tell you how its CGI-augmented tricks are done because it simply does not know, instead distracting you with an absurd “twist” at the end, hoping you’ll be too entertained to care. Over-directed, over-written nonsense.