
The Last Witch Hunter movie review: burn it at the stake
If this were Law & Order: Black Magic, which it almost seems like it wants to be, it’d be a helluva lot more interesting than it is.

If this were Law & Order: Black Magic, which it almost seems like it wants to be, it’d be a helluva lot more interesting than it is.

An embarrassingly empty pastiche of numerous beloved action blockbusters, all frenetic action and soulless mishmashes of fantasy imagery.

Rue Dante is a bit of a geek quarter, home to a whole bunch of comics shops and this Star Wars-themed cafe.

Naive, hamfisted, and amateurish indie sci-fi… but as hilarious as the clumsy, clichéd execution is, it still isn’t even worth it for the laughs.

A bunch of way-cool props, costumes, and memorabilia from SF/F and adjacent movies and TV shows are on display at BFI IMAX ahead of an auction.
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It gets a tad heavy-handed, but my eyes welled with tears of geeky joy at the film’s embrace of an optimism it steadfastly refuses to see as old-fashioned.

Some heartstopping moments for Tyrion in this episode. At least he got in some sightseeing beforehand…

Like Monty Python without the comedy, or at least without the intentional comedy. Jeff Bridges’ saving throw against the Phoning It In curse fails!

Sneakily undercuts tropes of the young-adult hero’s journey. But in a more adventurous movie environment, this wouldn’t feel this fresh as it does.