
The World’s End review: the very bitter (and lager) end
Its humor is a little more uncomfortable than that of the other Cornetto flicks, and it’s more far satirical, in a far more cynical way, than I ever would have anticipated.

Its humor is a little more uncomfortable than that of the other Cornetto flicks, and it’s more far satirical, in a far more cynical way, than I ever would have anticipated.

A war movie in the grandest tradition, set in a rich new fictional universe that we’re going to be talking about for a long time.

Smartly stylish, refracting familiar fictional events and themes through a little-used cinematic prism: that of women’s perspectives.

More brooding thinkpiece than sci-fi thriller, and yet fans of brooding thinkpieces may not be wholly satisfied, either.

Has no guts of any kind: it has absolutely nothing to say, and it takes a long, dull, circuitous route to get to that nothing.

Towers with ambition, swelled by sweeping philosophies about power and presence on scales both planetary and personal, beautifully balanced by a wellspring of wry tragedy.

A whole lotta WTF folded into a derivative, misogynist, and just plain incoherent mess.

Asks us to look anew — and askance — at conventions of cinematic horror while also engaging in startling satire of America’s culture of violence. (new DVD/VOD UK; also US/Can)

A Star Trek for our times. Very much for our times. Which means there’s little hope to be found here…

“I am Iron Man.” When Tony repeats that line here, it’s newly thrilling, and far more intriguing than it previously was.