
Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald (2018)
JK Rowling finally gets to share the same oxygen as the two men she has the hots for.

JK Rowling finally gets to share the same oxygen as the two men she has the hots for.
This is a clunky but entertaining kind of ridiculous fare. It’s not bad at all, but it could also be better.
It’s like a Stephanie Plum movie where the heroine is genuinely kick-ass and bad-ass. Awesome!
More fanciful than anything else, this one benefits a lot from the hype generated by its leading actor’s death.
Oh my goodness, the homoerotic sexual tension! I like, I like!
This is a gorgeous but rather hollow movie. Quite a waste, sadly.
This is a prettier movie than it is good. There is just something annoying about it.
More self indulgent than anything else, this overlong pretentious Oscar-bait movie doesn’t know when to stop or end itself.
All the tension and bullets, but ah, this one is more style than substance, alas.
Gretchen Mol is such a terrible actress.