No action movie is complete without sweat.
Set in the sleepy town of Tatooine, a secretary pines over a crooked bail bondsman who is hiding a dark secret. Mickey Reece's crack at a Star Wars film and it does not disappoint.
There's hyperbole on both sides of the discourse on Joker.
I found it intermittently compelling, thanks in part to Joaquin and the novelty of a DC film acknowledging that the Wayne Family was probably bad, but most of its parts are affectations from better movies, and the climactic pontifications are pretty cringe.
For whatever reason, when Arthur was going off about society on the talk show, I was reminded of when Jim Carrey monologues about the hypocrisy of Whoville in Ron Howard's Grinch movie.
Fails to accrue the emotional catharsis its shooting for, and the dialogue never rises beyond charismatic platitudes, but it enjoyably captures the momentum of the serials that inspired the series, and so I was content to careen through its lively episodes of pulp spectacle.
It would nice if it meant anything at all - but hey, they can't all be THE LAST JEDI, and all the C3PO dunking was genuinely hilarious.