Knives Out Review
Mixes equal parts Clue and Memento for an exciting howdunit more than a whodunit.
Mixes equal parts Clue and Memento for an exciting howdunit more than a whodunit.
Packs the screen with Hollywood heavyweights and fills each of their characters with enough charisma to rouse a coma ward.
Heads in the wrong direction like the Neighborhood trolley going off the tracks.
Go back to a time when everything in life loomed so large.
It immediately reminds us of Goodfellas, and the comparison does this film no favors.
Outrageously complex to the point where we feel like it’s chasing its own tail.
Gemini Man’s central gimmick and familiar plot come off more as Photoshop Man than a compelling drama.
Details the mental decline of a social pariah who eventually develops a new identity to cope with his pain.
Zellweger inhabits Garland so fully that we quickly forget that there’s just an actor behind the makeup.
There’s just one major problem with the whole affair: it’s morbid.
Starts off with a dramatic opening scene that’s vintage Elton, but soon bogs down under the weight of an unmistakable identity crisis.
If you can stave off the initial boredom, the plot takes off like a rocket for the film’s second half.