A rote disappointment. There is nothing shocking or even mildly unexpected here. But there is an ironic weakening of the power of the xenomorphs to terrify.
Fresh feminist horror of a very welcome taboo-smashing kind. Nasty, hilarious, outraged and outrageous, and as poignant as it is blackly funny.
In case you thought 2017 was gonna be easier…
Grading on the Ratner Curve, this is a positive triumph. The cheesy clichés are at least passingly entertaining. You could do worse.
Hauntingly grim, full of appalling ironies and awful truths. This is most definitely not the feel-good movie of the summer.
I want to live in this movie. I want to crawl inside it and curl up in its lap and stay there forever.
I’ve been hard on Steven Moffat during his tenure as Doctor Who showrunner. But he got it right with “The Day of the Doctor.” He got it really, really right.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god!
Let us tell sad stories of the death of kings. And let the kings be played by the hottest guys in the land.
Doctor? Doctor… who? Moffat just keeps kicking that can down the road, don’t he?