
Wild Card movie review: hardboiled rotten egg
Piles of noirish exposition get the better of Jason Statham in this unpleasantly retrograde crime drama. What happened in Vegas should have stayed there.

Piles of noirish exposition get the better of Jason Statham in this unpleasantly retrograde crime drama. What happened in Vegas should have stayed there.

The hoardings around the Nickelodeon store under construction in Leicester Square get some (presumably) unauthorized decoration.

Science fiction with training wheels, fine for sucking the kiddies into geekery but with little appeal for grownup fans of animated genre adventure.

Do they have an ISA that invests in some sort of fruit company?

A tired old piece of action junk that expects us to sympathize with a very bad man. We don’t.

Technically this is not a city chicken but a denizen of the Surrey suburbs to the south of London.

Sneakily undercuts tropes of the young-adult hero’s journey. But in a more adventurous movie environment, this wouldn’t feel this fresh as it does.

In Little Venice, near Paddington.

Boy genius is confused, upset. Mom and girlfriend will guide him on the path to manhood. Because of course they will. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Subsume your individuality and your desires in the hopes that other people will like you? How come we never tell stories about men that sound like this? [This post is not behind the paywall.]