An exhaustingly chaotic fever dream that refuses to sit still long enough to be explained, the film abandons logic at the door and replaces it with pure, unapologetic momentum. Sam Rockwell barrels through the madness as a time-skipping instigator dragging a band of beautifully broken strangers toward a mission that somehow manages to be both world-savingly urgent and completely absurd. Every twist feels like a coin tossed into a hurricane ā unpredictable, loud, and strangely exhilarating. Itās dystopia played for laughs, tragedy wrapped in satire, and a cinematic drinking game where guessing what happens next is guaranteed failure. Somehow, against all reason, it works ā not because it makes sense, but because it never asks permission to.
Send Help begins as a quiet corporate nightmare before detonating into something far more primal. Rachel McAdamsā Linda evolves from emotionally sidelined office workhorse into a terrifying force of survival, her years of quiet abuse crystallizing into cold, calculated resolve. What starts as awkward fragility becomes lethal competence, culminating in brutal, intimate violence that feels less like revenge and more like release. Sam Raimi turns Cast Away feral, delivering a psychological descent where the wilderness doesnāt create monstersāit reveals them. In the end, no one is saved, only exposed.
The Smashing Machine is a film of magnificent pieces that never quite form a satisfying whole. Dwayne Johnson delivers a career-defining performance as Mark Kerr, revealing layers of raw emotion and vulnerability weāve rarely seen from him. Yet, just as the film finds its rhythm, it stumbles under uneven writing and forced character interactions. Emily Bluntās talent glows despite a script that gives her little room to breathe, her portrayal aching with unspoken desperation. By the end, a powerful meta-commentary redeems much of the filmās unevennessāreminding us that fame is fleeting, memory is selective, and the stories of pioneers often fade before we even notice theyāre gone.
Maestro is a requiem for the contradictions of human life. Bradley Cooperās Leonard Bernstein is a man of genius and turmoil, living openly enough to feel alive but never enough to feel safe. Torn between love and obligation, pride and prejudice, he moves through a world where his queerness and Jewish heritage are both defining truths and quiet burdens.
Marvel nails the impossibleāa āfantasticā Fantastic Four movie! Retro sci-fi charm, a stellar cast; Pascalās Reed is perfect, but Julia Garnerās haunting Silver Surfer & Vanessa Kirby's passionate Sue Storm steal the show. Smart, a little campy but genuine and most importantly -finally fun. Bring on Doom! šš„
Ari Asterās Eddington is a revelationāa masterclass in tension, storytelling, and sheer cinematic audacity. Joaquin Phoenix delivers a career-best performance in this politically charged pressure cooker, where every frame thrums with dread. Aster orchestrates chaos with surgical precision, culminating in an ending so brutal it lingers like a nightmare. Flawless direction, powerhouse actingāthis isnāt just a great film; itās an instant classic.
28 Years Later isnāt a sequelāitās a Frankensteinās monster of half-baked ideas with the coherence of a TikTok slideshow. Visually, itās a seizure-inducing mess; narratively, a bloated identity crisis. The cast fights valiantly (especially Jodie Comer), but the infected feel like an afterthought, and the ending? A baffling, tone-deaf disaster. Danny Boyleās lightning is long goneāthis is just shards of regret.
Ballerina brings the sleek action of the John Wick world with a fresh faceāAna de Armas, shining in every scene. While it doesnāt pack the emotional punch of its predecessors, itās still a stylish ride with stunning choreography, explosive moments, and just enough heart to keep you watching.
Gattacaās dystopia isnāt sci-fiāitās prophecy. Ethan Hawkeās Vincent, a 'defective' dreamer, fakes perfection in a world where DNA dictates destiny. Jude Lawās bitter Jerome sells his elite genes, their pact; a rebellion against engineered fate. A haunting, beautiful ode to the misfits who outrun their own blood.
Mission Impossible: The Final Reckoning is a chaotic, caffeine-fueled PowerPoint on what happens when you let an AI write dialogue for a spy thriller. Tom Cruise defies death (and aging) while the plot defies coherenceāswinging between heart-stopping stunts and dialogue so clunky, youāll wish The Entity had erased it instead. Peak franchise absurdity, complete with a villain whoās just āangry guy who skipped therapyā and a climax that thinks gasping at murder is romance. Buckle up for a fun mess.
Sinners aims high with bold ideas, standout performancesāespecially from Michael B. Jordanāand an ambitious soundtrack, but ultimately drowns in its own overcooked symbolism and underdeveloped storytelling. A promising concept lost in a muddled execution, itās a dish served cold with all the right ingredients in the wrong order.
Thunderbolts is the wake-up call Marvel desperately neededāraw, emotional, and unafraid to get messy. It's not just a return to form; it's proof the MCU can still surprise us when it trades quips for character and spectacle for substance.
Opus hypes Alfred Moretti as revolutionary, but his music feels like AI-crafted yoga tunes. Malkovich's preachy monologues scream for credibility, yet all the audience wants is for the murder to start.
AnaĆÆs starts as a tragic assassin, then vanishes into plot limbo. Bernthal devours every scene, Affleck fumbles through social cues, and somehow it all ends with office furniture shopping. Peak chaos, zero payoff.
An exhaustingly chaotic fever dream that refuses to sit still long enough to be explained, the film abandons logic at the door and replaces it with pure, unapologetic momentum. Sam Rockwell barrels through the madness as a time-skipping instigator dragging a band of beautifully broken strangers toward a mission that somehow manages to be both world-savingly urgent and completely absurd. Every twist feels like a coin tossed into a hurricane ā unpredictable, loud, and strangely exhilarating. Itās dystopia played for laughs, tragedy wrapped in satire, and a cinematic drinking game where guessing what happens next is guaranteed failure. Somehow, against all reason, it works ā not because it makes sense, but because it never asks permission to.
Send Help begins as a quiet corporate nightmare before detonating into something far more primal. Rachel McAdamsā Linda evolves from emotionally sidelined office workhorse into a terrifying force of survival, her years of quiet abuse crystallizing into cold, calculated resolve. What starts as awkward fragility becomes lethal competence, culminating in brutal, intimate violence that feels less like revenge and more like release. Sam Raimi turns Cast Away feral, delivering a psychological descent where the wilderness doesnāt create monstersāit reveals them. In the end, no one is saved, only exposed.
The Smashing Machine is a film of magnificent pieces that never quite form a satisfying whole. Dwayne Johnson delivers a career-defining performance as Mark Kerr, revealing layers of raw emotion and vulnerability weāve rarely seen from him. Yet, just as the film finds its rhythm, it stumbles under uneven writing and forced character interactions. Emily Bluntās talent glows despite a script that gives her little room to breathe, her portrayal aching with unspoken desperation. By the end, a powerful meta-commentary redeems much of the filmās unevennessāreminding us that fame is fleeting, memory is selective, and the stories of pioneers often fade before we even notice theyāre gone.
If summer doesnāt sing in you then nothing sings in you. And if nothing sings in you, then you canāt make music.
Maestro is a requiem for the contradictions of human life. Bradley Cooperās Leonard Bernstein is a man of genius and turmoil, living openly enough to feel alive but never enough to feel safe. Torn between love and obligation, pride and prejudice, he moves through a world where his queerness and Jewish heritage are both defining truths and quiet burdens.
Marvel nails the impossibleāa āfantasticā Fantastic Four movie! Retro sci-fi charm, a stellar cast; Pascalās Reed is perfect, but Julia Garnerās haunting Silver Surfer & Vanessa Kirby's passionate Sue Storm steal the show. Smart, a little campy but genuine and most importantly -finally fun. Bring on Doom! šš„