I think there’s ample room for Jerry’s brand of hyperbolic amplitude as an antidote to the usual mindless summer tentpole regurgitations and superhero frolics of the modern era. It’s time to take it back a notch or two, with some added vroom vroom thrown into the mix.
F1: The Movie is nearly a lap-by-lap redux of 1990’s Days of Thunder.
Top Gun: Maverick caught me off guard and completed its mission by winning me over.
The power it holds over you is that of a master hypnotist toying with a fully pliant subject.
This is one elephant that needs to be put down.
A variation of a popular saying is “nothing exceeds like excess.” In the case of summer blockbusters, it almost seems like a game for directors to see how much they can cram into the running time to please the eyes and ears if not the mind as well. When I saw the trailer for Transformers: […]