Hidden Figures (2016)
There is a great, inspiring story in here… buried under excessive “creative liberties” and lazy caricatures.
There is a great, inspiring story in here… buried under excessive “creative liberties” and lazy caricatures.
The awkward-looking Asa Butterfield is the only thing that saves it from the one-oogie mire.
A movie about necrophilia being… romantic and spiritual? Believe it.
I really want to like this one more. It’s one of those things that make you feel smart just by watching it.
This is a very sweet love story set in space… provided one can accept the premise and how the movie tackles this premise.
And we all leave the show bored out of our wits.
The satirical messages can be hard hitting, but the movie itself is a bit of a pretentious miss. Maybe the book is better.
Hot boys, occasional flashes of nudity, homoerotic moments, and… and… uh, where was I?
Good-looking, wealthy, and famous white dude whining and crying that he’s not getting enough love from his many conquests. How compelling, snort.
I never thought I’d say this, but so many shots of pasty rear ends and other bared male flesh still can’t save this interminably dull mess.