The majority of the film’s characters are invisible, unhoused, and living in the woods. To call them isolationists seems unfair: they simply find their own human connections through privacy. Who are we to say what defines a home?
The majority of the film’s characters are invisible, unhoused, and living in the woods. To call them isolationists seems unfair: they simply find their own human connections through privacy. Who are we to say what defines a home?
Between the moralizing life lessons that are spouted at full volume intensity, director Antoine Fuqua doesn’t shy away from graphic violence: bones crunch during hand-to-hand combat, blood spurts from knife wounds, and heads are blown apart with guns.
The film is colorful, funny, and engaging enough for both kids and adults to find much to enjoy.
Sadly, this movie is not so bad that it’s good. It’s an off-the-wall ridiculous and, even worse, often boring violation of the laws of nature and common sense.
This outrageous film is a frenzy of social satire that’s as disheveled as it is provocative, and it’s a strong, audacious effort from a fresh and progressive new voice in cinema.
Like its pint-sized superhero, the film doesn’t quite fit in with the typical MCU big screen canon and is a laid back yet thoroughly forgettable entry into the fatigued superhero genre.