There. I said it. He does a fantastic job playing roles where I want nothing more than an icicle to stab him in the neck. But I digress.
If you have children, don’t see this movie. If you have daughters, remember there’s a 7-day waiting period on guns. If you have a pulse, leave after the book is found. You’ll understand what that means, and you’ll understand why I say that after you sit through the wayward sap that ensues following that moment.
I enjoyed (and by enjoyed, I mean had my emotions toyed with like a cat plays with a mouse before severing it jugular) the movie right up until the end. Peter Jackson started strong, kept the intensity on, and drove it, like a car chase scene, right off the cliff and into the slow-motion segway before the crash and explosion at the bottom of the cliff.
Fast-paced, well acted, and then launches off the cliff into the waiting sinkhole(You’ll understand that later) of melodrama.
Grioghar “Greg” Thomas-Baldwin likes to (formally) Powerlift, read comics, watch movies, jam to Bastard Pop, and hang out with his wife and kids when he’s not working at The Starlite Drive-In making customers move their cars and high-fiving the kiddos. Then, he likes to write about all that, tech schtuff, and more, here, and elsewhere, under a few pseudonyms.