It’s pretty goddamn clear that the “magic bullet” is this: Hire more women.
Suffers badly by comparison with the cogent, witty Avengers flicks. This feels like a campy Saturday-morning cartoon left over from the 1970s.
A Star Trek for our times. Very much for our times. Which means there’s little hope to be found here…
Holy shit, Indiana Jones and James Bond are fighting frickin’ aliens. This is a geekgasm. Or it should be. But it isn’t.
Like the most totally awesome artifact ever of the end of the American empire, a preposterously perfect reflection of who we are: loud, obnoxious, sexist, racist, juvenile, unthinking, visceral, and violent… and in love with ourselves for it.
Oh, J.J. Abrams! Dude! You sneak, you! Can I have your geek babies?