High Intensity by Dara Joy
This unnecessary sequel is amusing, but completely forgettable.
This unnecessary sequel is amusing, but completely forgettable.
It’s sometimes great, sometimes not. So-so it is, then.
The first half is a snooze, but the second half is hot rocket on takeoff.
Shakespeare and Kenneth Branagh always feel like a pretentious excursion.
Good girl loves bad boy. Same old stuff, but this one works very well nonetheless.
Why isn’t this a gay softporn movie like Jesus clearly intended it to be? Fail!
Ugh, they can’t even sleaze right. What good are these people for, then?
How odd that the characters in the title seem to be sidekicks rather than main characters.
Unlike the dour fairy tale of the same name, this one is more humorous and entertaining.
This one doesn’t leave much of an impression, hmm.