Homage, or ripoff?
Vince (Dexter Fletcher).
A better actor than Travolta, perhaps.
The Usual Suspects.
Mike Myers stands in for Kevin Spacey.
But let’s talk about the upside.
This film started slow.
But it got better.
Indeed, it resurfaced and landed at mediocre.
Much better than I initially thought was possible.
Simon Pegg is a bit hamstrung here.
The néo-noir is not very original.
But the color does it justice.
Better than hackneyed black and white.
Super-vivid black and white.
Here, more like Blade Runner (1982).
Margot Robbie is pretty good here.
And yet, the end is more ripoff.
Standing in for Daryl Hannah.
I guess Margot Robbie is famous or something…
Seems she is already typecast.
Quite a lot of QAnon here, what?
Q in a heart.
La Lapine Blanche (follow the white rabbit).
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.
Down the rabbit hole.
A trail of crumbs.
I’m usually bewitched by the broads, but it’s the gents who rule here.
And not the ones you’d think.
The best part of this film is the acting of Max Irons and Dexter Fletcher.
Fletcher is pithy.
Irons is naive.
Sure, there is a plot twist, but the lobotomy is in extremely poor taste.
And another ripoff.
Myers is good.
Robbie is good.
Pegg is good.