
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.

So this is my life now. Even Doctor Who has abandoned me. Forget escapism: there’s no escapism anymore. The escapism is happening over there, offscreen…

And also for the Nook, iBooks, and just about any e-reader device you might have.

Jesus, Grandpa. Why did you read me this book?

I kind of want to say, “You’re not reading that right , Grandpa.” Except OMFG, this is so much more awesome than I could ever have hoped for.

So many ominous things in this episode. So what else is new?

A handsome movie in many ways, but it feels like an unpolished first draft, one that can’t quite decide how fantastical it wants to be.

Keeps trying to fly off into potentially fascinating directions and then getting yanked back into a mushy mediocrity…
Not that inconceivable, actually…
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me)…