
John Wick (2014)
Never mess with a grieving widower who knows his guns.

Never mess with a grieving widower who knows his guns.
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.
Oh my goodness, here’s a movie that’s almost pornographic in how it treats its eye candies, firepower, and gratuitous violence.
I actually watched this one back in 2005, but promptly forgot to post a review. Rewatching it again, I can see why.
Watch how Hollywood hams and cheeses up an actual bombing event into some lighter-waving feel-good shlock.
Bye forever, Alice! I was so ready to say goodbye for a while now, anyway.
There is only enough material here to keep me interested for, oh, 30 minutes. Everything after is just boredom in action.
No happy hour here – this low budget monster flick is not terrible, but it is not good either.
I really want to like this one more. It’s one of those things that make you feel smart just by watching it.