The Thing (1982)
The thing is long, throbbing, warm, and oozing… definitely one for the history books.
The thing is long, throbbing, warm, and oozing… definitely one for the history books.
It’s kinda fun, in a way, but it’s also super stale and the lead characters are the most boring ones in this lot.
Quentin Tarantino touches himself excitedly while directing this eye-rolling self-congratulatory waste of almost three hours.
It’s a Christmas caper so expect sickening sentimentality, grating precious daughters, surly teens, and Santa trying very hard to be cool.
This one is alright as a fanfiction sequel, but as an official sequel, it’s… well, I’m conflicted.
The franchise metamorphosis into ludicrous live action cartoon is now complete. Oh god, can it die off now?
If you need more reasons to hate BP, watch this disaster flick. It’s based on a true story as well as Hallmark tropes.
Rest in peace, Paul Walker. You beautiful, beautiful man. This movie, on the other hand…
This one would have been so much better if it had gone out with guns blazing.
This is why you don’t simply remake other people’s movies!