There’s a lot of hot-button stuff going on in this A-bomb spy drama — politics, sexism, scientific ethics — but it’s all surprisingly inert, given the literal fate-of-the-world stakes.
A ridiculous, rote action thriller, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t entertaining, crammed with all sorts of macho emoting and spy nonsense as it is.
This painfully unfunny spoof of teddibly British nonsense couldn’t be less amusing if it were actually calculated to be totally laugh-free.
Eric Bana and Rebecca Hall are as engaging as ever, and the film raises intriguing issues concerning the “War on Terror”; pity the plot descends into the ridiculous.
Even the marvelous performances by Clive Owen and Andrea Riseborough are not enough to ratchet up the drama to the level of the totally gripping, which is a damn shame and something of a puzzler…
Crosses the line into misogy-wah! territory, and conflates an attack by an alien monster with an attack by mean ol’ bitches on innocent men who didn’t do nothin’ to deserve it.
Is this graffiti on a Martha Marcy May Marlene poster trying to suggest something even more nefarious?
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DCI Sam Tyler has an accident in 2005, and wakes up in 1973. Has he fallen down a rabbit hole, or is he following the Yellow Brick Road?