A Minecraft Movie is cinematic brain rot for the lowest common denominator, a bone-headed collection of witless set pieces and broad attempts at comedy that further proves we are moving towards the future that Mike Judge predicted in Idiocracy. Although there is an audience for this filmic tripe, namely pre-teen boys, there was also an audience in Idiocracy for the fictitious movie Ass, which was a static 90-minute shot of a flatulent rear end. Go figure. There is not a single creative thought behind A Minecraft Movie, with its paper-thin plot, passionless storytelling, and unfunny jokes. It only exists to capitalise on the popularity of the videogame of the same name, and Warner Bros. rushed this slop into production out of necessity rather than creative passion. The movie's overwhelming financial success is a reflection of the glum state of modern filmmaking, wherein memeable cult movies like this generate insane profits while better quality features struggle to recoup their budgets.
Steve (Jack Black) maintains a lifelong obsession with mining, and he breaks into a local mine where he discovers an Orb and a Crystal. Combining the two creates a portal to the Overworld, where easily manipulated cubes comprise the landscape, buildings, and wildlife, and where Steve constructs a paradise for himself. However, a creature named Malgosha (Rachel House) imprisons Steve because she despises creativity, and she seeks to obtain the Orb, which would allow her to rule the Overworld. Luckily, Steve manages to send his dog back into the real world with the Orb and Crystal. Years later, the Orb and Crystal enter the collection of Garrett (Jason Momoa), who owns a video game store in Chuglass, Idaho. Meanwhile, after the death of their mother (oh, that old chestnut), Henry (Sebastian Hansen) and his big sister, Natalie (Emma Myers), move to Chuglass. During a visit to Garrett's store, Henry combines the Orb and Crystal, which leads them to Steve's mine. They are followed by Natalie and her, um, real estate agent, Dawn (Danielle Brooks), and all four are sucked into a portal to the Overworld. They soon meet Steve, and they try to defend themselves from Malgosha's Piglin army as they work to find a way home.
The creators behind A Minecraft Movie (including a staggering five credited screenwriters) are in tune with contemporary internet culture, designing the movie for a generation with short attention spans accustomed to YouTube skits and short-form TikTok content. The characters frequently speak in idiotic catchphrases that 10-year-old boys will now start using in school ("Release!", "Ninja roll!"), while recognisable meme sounds ("Let me tell you something!") and songs ("Lil Boo Thang") also make an appearance. There is no downtime between the consistent attempts at humour, and the result is the cinematic equivalent of being stuck on a plane with a screaming baby. It is not unreasonable to expect more from director Jared Hess, who demonstrated his talent for witty comedy in his 2004 film debut, Napoleon Dynamite. A Minecraft Movie is the polar opposite of Napoleon Dynamite, replacing clever comedy with broad silliness as the actors perpetually mug the camera for laughs.
It is difficult to care about anything that occurs throughout A Minecraft Movie, as it never feels like the characters are in any danger, and there are no meaty, emotionally cathartic character arcs. In fact, the movie does not even know who the main character is. Ostensibly, the protagonist is Steve, who is also the main character in the games. However, Steve does not grow or change throughout the movie, despite the movie opening with voiceover narration from Jack Black that reveals his character's background. Meanwhile, Garrett sometimes seems like the main character, but the story is not told from his point of view. A third potential protagonist emerges in Henry, but his presence has minimal bearing on the story, and you could be forgiven for forgetting he even exists. There's also a Token Black Woman(TM) who has no compelling reason to be in this story. It appears that several writers submitted various versions of the script with different main characters, only for the final draft to haphazardly combine them without proper consideration for the basic tenets of storytelling. The sole focus was on broadening audience appeal - Steve for older viewers, the cool-looking Garrett for teens and young adults, Henry to attract younger children, and Dawn for the diversity points - rather than creating a proper story.
Before the SAG-AFTRA strike in 2023, Matt Berry was set to play Steve, but he had to vacate the role due to his shifting schedule. Although Jack Black is no slouch, he cannot elevate the extraordinarily pedestrian screenplay, despite his best efforts. Additionally, moviegoers are growing tired of Black's shtick, as the actor appears to lack range and nuance. One cannot help but imagine how much better the movie would be with Berry leading the ensemble cast. Berry still has a voice-only role as a villager, but unfortunately, he does not make much of an impression. Jason Momoa fares better than Black, bringing wonderful energy to this beefy, jock-like retro game enthusiast. The movie's only laughs (there are not many) are thanks to Momoa, although Dawn's random alpaca also generates a couple of giggles. Elsewhere in the cast, Sebastian Hansen and Danielle Brooks are incredibly nondescript as Henry and Dawn, with their presence only taking away narrative focus. Emma Myers at least brings genuine charm to the role of Natalie, and she does her best with the slipshod screenplay. The voice acting cast is not much better, as Rachel House sounds completely uninterested in the role of the villainous Malgosha, reciting lines as if she were standing in a recording booth reading directly from a script.
Since Warner Bros. spent a considerable amount of money bringing A Minecraft Movie to the big screen, it is a competent and slick blockbuster with colourful production design and top-notch digital effects that bring this videogame world to vivid life. The movie also attempts to convey a message about the importance of creativity, but the message is somewhat muddled, and The LEGO Movie already explored the same themes over a decade ago in a far more effective and poignant manner. A Minecraft Movie is mindless, hackneyed slop, and it is impossible to recommend that anybody waste their time on it. It's not even ironically enjoyable - it's just soulless, corporatised filmmaking. For many adolescent boys, A Minecraft Movie likely represents a culturally significant moment due to its rampant popularity, and the internet memes and unruly cinema behaviour it generated. But children deserve better.
3.7/10
Exhausting cinematic brain rot


An outstanding remake with heart and humour

With Disney producing a seemingly endless string of below-par live-action remakes of beloved animated classics, it is a joy to behold 2025's How to Train Your Dragon, which puts the House of Mouse to shame by showing that such projects can be genuinely excellent in the right hands. DreamWorks Animation's first live-action remake, How to Train Your Dragon has an ace up its sleeve in writer-director Dean DeBlois, who co-wrote and co-directed the 2010 picture before masterminding the second and third animated flicks. Although the feature is loosely based on Cressida Cowell's 2003 novel of the same name, DeBlois does not return to the source to create a more accurate adaptation; instead, the filmmaker uses the original picture as a template. This remake does not significantly deviate from the 2010 movie, but the magic lies in the execution: instead of a lazy copy-and-paste, 2025's How to Train Your Dragon is an exhilarating and poignant ride, with DeBlois recognising the importance of characters and story over mindless spectacle. It's a respectful update that neither mocks the source material nor subverts expectations, resulting in a highly entertaining, crowd-pleasing blockbuster for everyone.
The Viking village of Berk is under constant threat of dragons, as dozens of flying creatures frequently stage night-time attacks to steal the villagers' precious livestock. 16-year-old Hiccup (Mason Thames) aspires to fight dragons alongside his warrior father, Stoick the Vast (Gerard Butler), and he makes mechanical weapons to compensate for his slim build. After incapacitating a Night Fury dragon with a bolas launcher during one raid, Hiccup sets out to find the creature to prove to the village that he is a capable dragon fighter, but he cannot bring himself to finish the job. Instead, upon finding that the dragon cannot fly properly after losing half of its tail fin, Hiccup befriends the sleek black beast, naming him "Toothless" and equipping him with a prosthetic fin. Hiccup learns to fly on the dragon's back and tries to keep the situation a secret from his fellow villagers. Meanwhile, Stoick enrols Hiccup in a dragon-slaying class alongside other local teenagers, including Astrid (Nico Parker), Fishlegs (Julian Dennison), Snotlout (Gabriel Howell), and twins Ruffnut (Bronwyn James) and Tuffnut (Harry Trevaldwyn). Under the tutelage of local blacksmith Gobber the Belch (Nick Frost), the teenagers begin learning about how to fight dragons, and Hiccup starts applying what he learns from Toothless to give him an edge in class, which draws Astrid's ire.
Like the 2010 flick, How to Train Your Dragon carries a playful but sincere tone, with a touch of humour that does not feel forced or farcical. Although the movie slavishly adheres to the plot structure of its predecessor, and some scenes are virtually identical (DeBlois recreates Hiccup's first encounter with Toothless shot by shot), the enhanced character beats and added spontaneity of live-action performers give the movie a fresh identity and personality. This iteration runs a beefy two hours compared to its predecessor's lean 90-minute duration, but it does not feel long in the tooth, as DeBlois consistently keeps the narrative moving at an involving pace. There is a big beating heart at the centre of How to Train Your Dragon, as the relationships Hiccup develops between Toothless and his father contribute to the movie's overwhelming emotional core. The story's message also remains effective, as the script explores themes relating to self-discovery and forging one's own path while underscoring that everyone has a place in the world, regardless of perceived shortcomings. After all, Hiccup could not become a burly Viking warrior, but his ingenious inventions and his ability to befriend Toothless saves Berk.
Although How to Train Your Dragon was understandably pricey with a $150 million budget, the movie thankfully does not carry the bland, plastic look of several high-profile blockbusters that reportedly cost twice as much. With cinematographer Bill Pope (The Matrix, Alita: Battle Angel) designing the feature for IMAX screens, it boasts immense visual majesty, from the sweeping camera movements during the flying sequences to the meticulous lighting that allows Berk to feel like an authentic Viking village. The elaborate production design vividly recreates iconic locations from the animated film, including the recognisable dragon-fighting arena, while the natural beauty of the Irish filming locations adds further visual appeal. How to Train Your Dragon looks especially stunning in IMAX, with the expanded aspect ratio creating a greater sense of immersion, and the movie is fun to watch in 3D. Enthusiasm for 3D understandably waned after rampant overexposure, but for those with an appetite for the additional dimension, the format works well here.
DeBlois considered creating realistic dragons that radically differ from their animated counterparts (a la 2019's The Lion King), but the filmmaker smartly opted to retain a slightly cartoonish look. Therefore, Toothless still looks like Toothless, and the dragon has genuine personality with its wide, expressive eyes and cat-like behaviour. The various digital dragons are not photorealistic, but they are convincing enough, and it is easy to accept the on-screen illusion because they look and act like living, breathing creatures. Additionally, the quality of the CGI is consistent throughout the picture, with no special effects shots looking rushed or slipshod. Another asset is the exceptional soundtrack, which perfectly complements the breathtaking imagery. How to Train Your Dragon wisely retains composer John Powell, who preserves his familiar soundtrack motifs from the animated feature while updating the score to make the movie feel even more epic. The exquisite music carries astonishing flavour and emotion, amplifying the impact of standout scenes. Most notable is the sequence involving Hiccup taking Toothless on a test flight, which gave this reviewer chills. The smaller dramatic moments are equally effective, as Powell's orchestral brilliance augments the drama without overwhelming the terrific performances.
Understandably, DeBlois could not bring back the likes of Jay Baruchel, America Ferrera or Christopher Mintz-Plasse to reprise their roles in live-action, as DeBlois required a younger cast to portray teenagers convincingly. However, the new cast is outstanding from top to bottom, with Mason Thames embodying the character of Hiccup without trying to mimic Baruchel, and the lovely Nico Parker (Thandiwe Newton's daughter) making for a spirited and likeable Astrid. Another standout is Kiwi actor Julian Dennison (Hunt for the Wilderpeople) as Fishlegs, while Gabriel Howell scores several laughs as Hiccup's rival, Snotlout. Additionally, Nick Frost is superb as Gobber the Belch, capably handling the story's humorous elements and dramatic scenes. However, bringing back Gerard Butler to play Stoick the Vast in live-action is a creative masterstroke. His thick Scottish brogue and robust frame give him an immense on-screen presence, and the actor treats the material with utmost sincerity. Indeed, How to Train Your Dragon might be a movie for children, but Butler does not hold back on the dramatic gravitas; he gives it his all, adding an incredible amount of passion and emotion to crucial scenes.
The sole shortcoming of 2025's How to Train Your Dragon is that it came out after the original animated movie. This live-action remake is virtually note-perfect, and most of its magic derives from the way it lovingly and sincerely executes recognisable shots and scenes in live-action rather than making unnecessary or bone-headed changes. However, it lacks the novelty factor of the 2010 feature, which seemingly emerged from nowhere to achieve immense critical success and win the hearts of film-goers. Nevertheless, it is easy to accept and enjoy both versions. Emotionally resonant, thematically rich, technically proficient and highly enjoyable, 2025's How to Train Your Dragon is a grandiose blockbuster that exceeds expectations, making for a joyous return to Berk. Kids who are unfamiliar with the original movie will have a great time, while adults who grew up watching the animated features will find this update equally enjoyable.
8.2/10

Vastly inferior to its predecessor

The overwhelming financial success of 1978's Superman: The Movie ensured that a sequel was forthcoming, but 1980's Superman II endured a problematic journey to the big screen. Original director Richard Donner shot the majority of the second film back-to-back with Superman, but producers Alexander and Ilya Salkind halted filming of Superman II to concentrate on finishing the first picture. Ongoing tensions and disputes led to the Salkinds firing Donner and recruiting Richard Lester (A Hard Day's Night) to take the reins and embark on a new creative direction, sparking controversy amongst the cast and crew. Superman co-screenwriters David and Leslie Newman rewrote Tom Mankiewicz's screenplay, and Lester reshot large portions of this second film, though some of Donner's material remains. The resulting movie feels like a jarring hodgepodge, mixing dramatic material (mostly shot by Donner) with high camp, denoting the beginning of the end for this Superman film series. Although there is entertainment value in Superman II, this sequel falls short of its potential and is vastly inferior to its predecessor.
Clark Kent/Superman (Christopher Reeve) continues to protect his true identity while serving as Earth's protector and working as a journalist at the Daily Planet alongside Lois Lane (Margot Kidder). When terrorists take over the Eiffel Tower and threaten to detonate a hydrogen bomb, Daily Planet editor-in-chief Perry White (Jackie Cooper) sends Lois to cover the story, but Superman soon intervenes, thwarting the terrorists by disposing of the bomb in outer space. However, the blast frees Kryptonian criminals General Zod (Terence Stamp), Ursa (Sarah Douglas) and Non (Jack O'Halloran) from the Phantom Zone, and they soon realise that the Sun grants them superpowers. Arriving on Earth, the trio waste no time in conquering the planet, forcing the President of the United States (E.G. Marshall) to abdicate. Meanwhile, when Clark and Lois travel to Niagara Falls on a Daily Planet assignment, Lois suspects that her colleague is Superman. As the pair fall in love with one another, Superman faces the tough choice of whether to give up his powers and live as a mortal man to share a life with the woman he loves.
Lester previously directed The Three Musketeers and The Four Musketeers for the Salkinds, and he served as an uncredited associate producer on Superman, mediating the relationship between Donner and the producers, who were not on speaking terms. After firing Donner from the sequel and learning that Guy Hamilton was unavailable, the Salkinds selected Lester to fill Donner's shoes, tempting the director with the promise to finally pay him what they owed him for The Three Musketeers and The Four Musketeers. Replacing Donner with Richard Lester is a bewildering downgrade, as the producers fired a visionary, dramatic filmmaker in favour of a light-hearted director with no grand vision or reverence for the comics. Lester's understanding of the source material is literal instead of spiritual, replacing Donner's dynamic direction and mythical visuals with static camera movements, a garish colour palette, and prolonged wide shots crammed with actors to mimic the look of comic panels. Moreover, several sets appear lifeless, with the Niagara Falls hotel room resembling something from a 1960s sitcom.
To comply with the union rules that would allow Lester to receive a sole directorial credit since Donner refused a co-director credit, the director hastily reshot as much of the film as possible. Several scenes consequently come across as rushed and perfunctory, suffering from stodgy direction and humdrum cinematography, with Lester heavily relying on a rudimentary three-camera set-up. Gene Hackman refused to return for reshoots, which forced Lester to shoot additional scenes with Lex Luthor using an obvious stand-in, and use an extremely unconvincing impersonator to add any dialogue. Especially during scenes that alternate between Hackman and his impersonator, the switch is very noticeable. Despite costing an eye-watering $54 million, making it the most expensive film ever made at the time, Superman II lacks polish, with dodgy special effects shots and obvious compositing. Admittedly, though, specific sequences are more effective than others - most notably, Zod, Non and Ursa's brutal attack on the White House is a standout and a climactic battle in Metropolis is extremely exciting, while there is also a powerful scene that depicts Superman realising his mortality as he confronts a bully in a diner.
With Superman editor Stuart Baird declining to return after Donner's firing, Lester recruited his regular editor, John Victor-Smith, to assemble Superman II. As a result, this follow-up lacks the snappy pace and careful editorial construction of its predecessor, and it feels too long at over two hours. Lester fills Superman II with redundant, needless scenes that do not meaningfully contribute to the narrative - most egregious are the moments of Luthor and Miss Teschmacher (Valerie Perrine) as they travel to the Fortress of Solitude. Consequently, Lester disrupts the narrative flow, with the pacing feeling distinctly start-and-stop. Characters also consistently overexplain the obvious ("Look! It's Superman's home!"), with Lester clearly taking the audience for fools, particularly since Superman II opens with a prolonged recap of the first film. Additionally, some crucial connective tissue is missing, as Superman easily regains his powers off-screen without a suitable explanation, despite his mother, Lara (Susannah York), emphatically telling Clark that once he becomes mortal, the change is permanent.
John Williams was busy with The Empire Strikes Back during the production of Superman II, and the composer disliked Lester's approach to the material, even getting into an argument with the director after viewing an early cut of the sequel. Williams consequently left the film, though Superman II still carries the iconic theme and several recognisable motifs. Ken Thorne replaced Williams, and his score lacks the gravitas of Williams's compositions, leaning more on the comedic than the triumphant. A scene of Zod, Non and Ursa rampaging through the offices of the Daily Planet feels farcical instead of sinister due to Thorne's strangely comical music, showing a fundamental misunderstanding of the material. Superman II also features a couple of controversial moments, the most baffling of which occurs during the climactic showdown in the Fortress of Solitude: Superman removes a cellophane wrapper from his "S" insignia and throws it at Non, which stops the mute brute for a few seconds before disappearing. For Superman, Donner and Mankiewicz treated the source with sincerity and respect, but Lester ignores this mantra.
At the centre of Superman II is a strong and capable cast, with Christopher Reeve again proving he was born to play the titular role. To distinguish between Clark Kent and Superman, Reeve uses different mannerisms, speech patterns and body language, which is all the more apparent when he reveals his true identity to Lois, transitioning from Clark to Superman before our eyes. Reeve is a skilled dramatic performer who handles the weightier scenes with confidence, and the change in directors does not affect his performance. Other returning performers include Margot Kidder, who has a bigger role as Lois here, and Gene Hackman, who's pitch-perfect as the conniving Lex Luthor. Meanwhile, the always reliable Terence Stamp makes a terrific impression as General Zod, creating a sinister, emotionless villain. Unfortunately, legal problems prevented Marlon Brando from appearing in this sequel as Superman's father, Jor-El. Even though Donner had already filmed all of Brando's scenes, the producers did not want to pay the fee that the actor demanded after he won a lawsuit over his share of the first film's gross. Brando's absence is noticeable, with Kal-El now speaking to his mother in the Fortress of Solitude.
Superman II is not a bad movie per se, but it is a considerable step down compared to the first film, particularly in terms of storytelling, pacing, and flow. Additionally, with Donner's version of Superman II finally seeing the light of day in 2006, it is difficult to return to the goofy theatrical cut of this sequel. Even though both cuts of the sequel tell the same story and hit many of the same narrative beats, Donner's version is more sincere, and it is a tremendous shame that the Superman director was unable to fully achieve his vision during principal photography. Indeed, the only reason that Superman II is watchable is because it retains some of Donner's material and most of his narrative ideas. Despite the sequel earning positive reviews upon its release, with Gene Siskel even declaring it better than Donner's original film, Superman II earned less at the box office than its predecessor, but it was still profitable enough for the Salkinds to pursue a third Superman adventure. With Donner no longer involved in any future Superman pictures, the quality sharply declined even further.
5.8/10

Exhilarating, blood-soaked, and entertaining

Even though it is an animated movie that bypassed cinemas to premiere on Hulu and Disney+, 2025's Predator: Killer of Killers is the best thing to happen to the Predator franchise since its inception in 1987. Although each sequel has its dedicated fans (this reviewer has a soft spot for 2010's Predators), Killer of Killers confidently emerges as the best follow-up to date; an exhilarating, blood-soaked, and enormously entertaining anthology feature that handily delivers the goods. After helming Prey in 2022, director Dan Trachtenberg returns to the Predator universe with this outstanding animated endeavour, working with co-director Joshua Wassung (a visual effects veteran) to deliver more than just a throwaway stop-gap between live-action instalments. With Trachtenberg devising the story, and a script by Micho Robert Rutare (a veteran purveyor of TV schlock), Killer of Killers meaningfully contributes to the iconic science fiction franchise by exploring Predator skirmishes across different centuries and showing how the alien warriors treat those who defeat them in battle. With rousing action and remarkable visuals, the picture is an awesome treat for fans and newcomers alike.
In Scandinavia in 841 AD, Viking warrior Ursa (Lindsay LaVanchy) leads an expedition to destroy the rival Krivich clan to avenge the murder of her father. Accompanying Ursa is her son, Anders (Damien Haas), whom she is determined to protect. However, after the battle, a towering Predator warrior ambushes Ursa's group, sparking a desperate fight for survival. Hundreds of years later, in feudal Japan, a wandering shenobi named Kenji (Louis Ozawa) returns to his former home to face his brother, Kiyoshi (also voiced by Ozawa), after the death of their warlord father. A Predator also interrupts this conflict, with Kenji soon fighting for his life against the alien warrior. The third and final story takes place in the 1940s, when young mechanic Torres (Rick Gonzalez) is forced to leave his Florida home to fight for the United States during World War II. His squadron encounters a Predator spacecraft above the Atlantic Ocean, which is far more technologically advanced than the U.S. Navy fighter planes. The Predators abduct the survivor of each conflict as they search for a worthy opponent to face a Warlord Predator in an offworld arena.
Predator: Killer of Killers clocks in at a scant 86 minutes and consists of four sections as the movie introduces each primary character before placing them together in the arena on the Predator homeworld. With little time to waste, the segments dive straight into the nitty-gritty, efficiently developing the characters before a vicious Predator behemoth enters the equation, leading to a violent showdown. Showing the Predators in distinctly different environments and time periods gives the feature some much-appreciated variety, particularly with the third segment showing a Predator attacking planes amid a World War II dogfight. The production's anthology nature means there is no central protagonist, nor is there enough time to develop each character in a substantial way with meaningful arcs. However, the movie allows them sufficient development to ensure investment, with Ursa trying to protect her son, Kenji facing his brother in combat, and Torres working as a mechanic before being drafted into the U.S. Navy. It simply works.
The decision to execute Predator: Killer of Killers as an animated movie may seem unusual at first, but Trachtenberg and Wassung justify the approach with appropriately stylised, unique visuals. Motion is jerky at times, but the striking painterly quality of the animation ensures that every frame looks gorgeous. Additionally, whereas budget animation typically appears constrained, the deliberate stylisation here is a tremendous asset because it does not merely resemble a failed, cheap attempt at photorealistic animation. Another strength is the sense of authenticity for each era, down to the wise decision to allow Vikings to speak in Old Norse and the samurai to speak in Japanese. Those who dislike reading subtitles might take issue with this, but the creative decision benefits the movie because it makes it easier to believe the characters are real. Accompanying the animation is the thrilling score by Benjamin Wallfisch (Alien: Romulus), which also incorporates recognisable motifs from Alan Silvestri's original Predator score to terrific effect.
Even though Predator: Killer of Killers is an animated movie, it is not suitable for children. Trachtenberg and Wassung maintain the franchise's R-rated edge, filling the picture with visceral, hard-hitting violence and never pulling any punches. The set pieces also show tremendous creativity, with Predators using their era-specific arsenal to kill and maim victims or bring down planes. Additionally, the animators demonstrate an impressive range of fight choreography, varying according to the combatants, with the Vikings appearing brutal and simplistic, while the samurai move with more grace. Cinematography is dynamic and imaginative, consistently moving around the characters throughout the action set pieces while ensuring that everything remains comprehensible and coherent. Particularly awe-inspiring is the aerial set piece that pits a heavily armed Predator ship against WWII fighter planes, during which the virtual camera swirls around to capture the action. Additionally, the characters do not rely solely on strength to defeat the Predators, as circumstances force them to adopt a more thoughtful approach.
Voice performances are strong all around, with the production understandably opting for lesser-known names who give enthusiastic life to their respective characters. The biggest name here is Michael Biehn, who plays a fighter pilot named Vandy with grizzled gravitas. Plus, with Biehn's participation here, the actor is now part of a rare club of those who have featured in the three big sci-fi franchises: Terminator, Alien, and now Predator. The resurrection of the Predator franchise after the dismal critical and financial failure of 2018's The Predator is as unexpected as it is encouraging. Indeed, Predator: Killer of Killers is a welcome course correction, further expanding the lore and leaving room for sequels to bring back any returning characters from the franchise, from Arnold Schwarzenegger's Dutch Schaefer to Danny Glover's Mike Harrigan. The only thing remotely unsatisfying about Killer of Killers is the open-ended ending, as the story closes on a cliffhanger to whet appetites for the next instalment. Nevertheless, the movie gets far more right than wrong, respectfully continuing the series with renewed creative vigour. The sequel cannot come soon enough.
8.3/10
In Scandinavia in 841 AD, Viking warrior Ursa (Lindsay LaVanchy) leads an expedition to destroy the rival Krivich clan to avenge the murder of her father. Accompanying Ursa is her son, Anders (Damien Haas), whom she is determined to protect. However, after the battle, a towering Predator warrior ambushes Ursa's group, sparking a desperate fight for survival. Hundreds of years later, in feudal Japan, a wandering shenobi named Kenji (Louis Ozawa) returns to his former home to face his brother, Kiyoshi (also voiced by Ozawa), after the death of their warlord father. A Predator also interrupts this conflict, with Kenji soon fighting for his life against the alien warrior. The third and final story takes place in the 1940s, when young mechanic Torres (Rick Gonzalez) is forced to leave his Florida home to fight for the United States during World War II. His squadron encounters a Predator spacecraft above the Atlantic Ocean, which is far more technologically advanced than the U.S. Navy fighter planes. The Predators abduct the survivor of each conflict as they search for a worthy opponent to face a Warlord Predator in an offworld arena.
Predator: Killer of Killers clocks in at a scant 86 minutes and consists of four sections as the movie introduces each primary character before placing them together in the arena on the Predator homeworld. With little time to waste, the segments dive straight into the nitty-gritty, efficiently developing the characters before a vicious Predator behemoth enters the equation, leading to a violent showdown. Showing the Predators in distinctly different environments and time periods gives the feature some much-appreciated variety, particularly with the third segment showing a Predator attacking planes amid a World War II dogfight. The production's anthology nature means there is no central protagonist, nor is there enough time to develop each character in a substantial way with meaningful arcs. However, the movie allows them sufficient development to ensure investment, with Ursa trying to protect her son, Kenji facing his brother in combat, and Torres working as a mechanic before being drafted into the U.S. Navy. It simply works.
The decision to execute Predator: Killer of Killers as an animated movie may seem unusual at first, but Trachtenberg and Wassung justify the approach with appropriately stylised, unique visuals. Motion is jerky at times, but the striking painterly quality of the animation ensures that every frame looks gorgeous. Additionally, whereas budget animation typically appears constrained, the deliberate stylisation here is a tremendous asset because it does not merely resemble a failed, cheap attempt at photorealistic animation. Another strength is the sense of authenticity for each era, down to the wise decision to allow Vikings to speak in Old Norse and the samurai to speak in Japanese. Those who dislike reading subtitles might take issue with this, but the creative decision benefits the movie because it makes it easier to believe the characters are real. Accompanying the animation is the thrilling score by Benjamin Wallfisch (Alien: Romulus), which also incorporates recognisable motifs from Alan Silvestri's original Predator score to terrific effect.
Even though Predator: Killer of Killers is an animated movie, it is not suitable for children. Trachtenberg and Wassung maintain the franchise's R-rated edge, filling the picture with visceral, hard-hitting violence and never pulling any punches. The set pieces also show tremendous creativity, with Predators using their era-specific arsenal to kill and maim victims or bring down planes. Additionally, the animators demonstrate an impressive range of fight choreography, varying according to the combatants, with the Vikings appearing brutal and simplistic, while the samurai move with more grace. Cinematography is dynamic and imaginative, consistently moving around the characters throughout the action set pieces while ensuring that everything remains comprehensible and coherent. Particularly awe-inspiring is the aerial set piece that pits a heavily armed Predator ship against WWII fighter planes, during which the virtual camera swirls around to capture the action. Additionally, the characters do not rely solely on strength to defeat the Predators, as circumstances force them to adopt a more thoughtful approach.
Voice performances are strong all around, with the production understandably opting for lesser-known names who give enthusiastic life to their respective characters. The biggest name here is Michael Biehn, who plays a fighter pilot named Vandy with grizzled gravitas. Plus, with Biehn's participation here, the actor is now part of a rare club of those who have featured in the three big sci-fi franchises: Terminator, Alien, and now Predator. The resurrection of the Predator franchise after the dismal critical and financial failure of 2018's The Predator is as unexpected as it is encouraging. Indeed, Predator: Killer of Killers is a welcome course correction, further expanding the lore and leaving room for sequels to bring back any returning characters from the franchise, from Arnold Schwarzenegger's Dutch Schaefer to Danny Glover's Mike Harrigan. The only thing remotely unsatisfying about Killer of Killers is the open-ended ending, as the story closes on a cliffhanger to whet appetites for the next instalment. Nevertheless, the movie gets far more right than wrong, respectfully continuing the series with renewed creative vigour. The sequel cannot come soon enough.
8.3/10

Involving, unsettling and emotionally devastating

After transitioning from YouTubers to filmmakers with 2023's Talk to Me, Australian twins Danny and Michael Philippou, a.k.a. RackaRacka, deliver another standout independent supernatural horror picture with 2025's Bring Her Back. With a screenplay by Danny Philippou and Bill Hinzman, it is another thematically rich horror offering that touches on adolescent neglect and abuse, and the loss of loved ones, giving the story a hard-hitting emotional heft that does not feel exploitative. Although Bring Her Back is not necessarily scary, it is incredibly chilling, intense and unnerving, with the directors generating an alarming sense of unease and danger. The premise is not entirely original, as creepy foster parents or guardians are a staple of the genre, but the execution is fresh and captivating, with exceptional performances and first-rate visuals, making this one of 2025's standout horror movies.
17-year-old Andy (Billy Barratt) does his best to look out for his partially sighted stepsister, Piper (Sora Wong), maintaining a loving bond. After their father (Stephen Phillips) suddenly dies in the shower, the siblings are placed into foster care, though Andy hopes to gain guardianship of Piper after his upcoming eighteenth birthday in a few months. Refusing to separate, Andy and Piper are adopted by the eccentric Laura (Sally Hawkins), who lives with her mute nephew Oliver (Jonah Wren Phillips) and is mourning the recent death of her visually impaired daughter, Cathy (Mischa Heywood). Laura quickly bonds with Piper, but Andy is more reluctant and guarded as he deals with his traumatic past, finding it difficult to trust and open up to his new foster mother. Andy's distrust continues to grow through a series of unsettling incidents, particularly as Oliver displays concerning and violent behaviour, making the teenager wonder about Laura's true intentions with Piper.
Despite its modest $15 million budget, Bring Her Back is best experienced in a cinema, where the movie's intricate audiovisual design can be more fully appreciated. The picture is thick in atmosphere, with cinematographer Aaron McLisky (Talk to Me, TV's Mr Inbetween) creating slick, engaging visuals and making the most of the low-key South Australian locations. Instead of a simplistic "point and shoot" approach, McLisky puts remarkable thought and care into each frame, using different lenses and focal lengths to enhance the horror. Indeed, the movie is unusually artistic. Also chilling is the blurry imagery of occult rituals, with Laura watching VHS tapes of a cult as she learns the intricacies of the ritual she intends to follow to bring Cathy back from the dead. Dim VHS imagery is inherently unsettling (the entire V/H/S series, which refuses to end after more than a decade, clearly understands this), and the sequences add another layer to the movie's creep factor, although this material feels slightly underutilised.
Much like Talk to Me, the directors establish a loose supernatural mythology in Bring Her Back as a basis for the narrative. The lore may not withstand intense scrutiny, and the movie uses the mythology as window dressing, as the script does not delve into the specifics or origins; however, it remains simple and understandable. Bring Her Back is not about cheap shock value or jump scares, as the directors stage the type of horror that gets under your skin and makes you wince. The movie delivers harrowing psychological horror, while the more visceral sequences are equally skin-crawling. Relying on outstanding practical effects, enormously convincing prosthetics, and unnerving sound design, the directors stage numerous grotesque moments, particularly as the story picks up steam during the second half. Additionally, the gore does not feel exploitative or schlocky, as the directors keep firm control of the picture's tone and show appropriate tact. Moreover, the production benefits from a confident sense of pacing, thanks to editor Geoff Lamb (Talk to Me), who ensures the material never devolves into tedium, despite the movie mostly involving tense character interactions rather than action or big set pieces. Bring Her Back is a slow-burn, but it's not dull.
Sally Hawkins arguably delivers one of the year's finest performances as the deeply troubled, manipulative, detestable, grieving foster mother who is unwilling to let go of her deceased daughter. Although the horror genre may seem below the Oscar-nominated actress, Hawkins brings immense emotion and gravitas to the material, espousing an effortlessly authentic and convincing Australian accent that could fool any Aussie native (this reviewer included). Most commendably, Hawkins makes Laura feel like a three-dimensional human being, rather than a shallow caricature, with the film grounding her motivations in grief and desperation.
Similarly impressive is young English actor Billy Barratt (Kraven the Hunter), who also nails the Aussie accent and capably handles the story's intense dramatic elements. Barratt was 17 years old during filming, the same age as his character, which makes him all the more believable - the directors wisely avoided trying to pass off a well-known actor in their late 20s or early 30s as a teenager. Another standout is Sora Wong, who makes her film debut here after landing the role despite having no prior acting experience. The palpable bond between Andy and Piper gives the movie its heart, which is a testament to the writing and performances. Meanwhile, newcomer Jonah Wren Phillips (How to Make Gravy) makes a horrifying impression as the mute Oliver, with the preteen actor participating in some of the movie's most memorable, unnerving moments.
Bring Her Back does not culminate in a massive climactic set piece, and the directors reportedly considered several different endings before settling on something more emotional. Although some genre aficionados might yearn for a bigger payoff, the film's ending feels in keeping with the movie's sombre tone, even if it leaves lingering questions about the demonic cult at the centre of the ominous ritual. Bring Her Back falls in line with the type of heightened, critic-courting horror movies that A24 is renowned for delivering (The Witch, Hereditary), which might make it a less tempting proposition for younger viewers who prefer more streamlined, mainstream-friendly genre flicks. However, it is an engaging, unnerving and emotionally devastating experience, and it does not feel like homework thanks to the strong character work, top-notch performances, and robust sense of atmosphere. It may not be fun or rewatchable, but Bring Her Back is unforgettable.
7.9/10
17-year-old Andy (Billy Barratt) does his best to look out for his partially sighted stepsister, Piper (Sora Wong), maintaining a loving bond. After their father (Stephen Phillips) suddenly dies in the shower, the siblings are placed into foster care, though Andy hopes to gain guardianship of Piper after his upcoming eighteenth birthday in a few months. Refusing to separate, Andy and Piper are adopted by the eccentric Laura (Sally Hawkins), who lives with her mute nephew Oliver (Jonah Wren Phillips) and is mourning the recent death of her visually impaired daughter, Cathy (Mischa Heywood). Laura quickly bonds with Piper, but Andy is more reluctant and guarded as he deals with his traumatic past, finding it difficult to trust and open up to his new foster mother. Andy's distrust continues to grow through a series of unsettling incidents, particularly as Oliver displays concerning and violent behaviour, making the teenager wonder about Laura's true intentions with Piper.
Despite its modest $15 million budget, Bring Her Back is best experienced in a cinema, where the movie's intricate audiovisual design can be more fully appreciated. The picture is thick in atmosphere, with cinematographer Aaron McLisky (Talk to Me, TV's Mr Inbetween) creating slick, engaging visuals and making the most of the low-key South Australian locations. Instead of a simplistic "point and shoot" approach, McLisky puts remarkable thought and care into each frame, using different lenses and focal lengths to enhance the horror. Indeed, the movie is unusually artistic. Also chilling is the blurry imagery of occult rituals, with Laura watching VHS tapes of a cult as she learns the intricacies of the ritual she intends to follow to bring Cathy back from the dead. Dim VHS imagery is inherently unsettling (the entire V/H/S series, which refuses to end after more than a decade, clearly understands this), and the sequences add another layer to the movie's creep factor, although this material feels slightly underutilised.
Much like Talk to Me, the directors establish a loose supernatural mythology in Bring Her Back as a basis for the narrative. The lore may not withstand intense scrutiny, and the movie uses the mythology as window dressing, as the script does not delve into the specifics or origins; however, it remains simple and understandable. Bring Her Back is not about cheap shock value or jump scares, as the directors stage the type of horror that gets under your skin and makes you wince. The movie delivers harrowing psychological horror, while the more visceral sequences are equally skin-crawling. Relying on outstanding practical effects, enormously convincing prosthetics, and unnerving sound design, the directors stage numerous grotesque moments, particularly as the story picks up steam during the second half. Additionally, the gore does not feel exploitative or schlocky, as the directors keep firm control of the picture's tone and show appropriate tact. Moreover, the production benefits from a confident sense of pacing, thanks to editor Geoff Lamb (Talk to Me), who ensures the material never devolves into tedium, despite the movie mostly involving tense character interactions rather than action or big set pieces. Bring Her Back is a slow-burn, but it's not dull.
Sally Hawkins arguably delivers one of the year's finest performances as the deeply troubled, manipulative, detestable, grieving foster mother who is unwilling to let go of her deceased daughter. Although the horror genre may seem below the Oscar-nominated actress, Hawkins brings immense emotion and gravitas to the material, espousing an effortlessly authentic and convincing Australian accent that could fool any Aussie native (this reviewer included). Most commendably, Hawkins makes Laura feel like a three-dimensional human being, rather than a shallow caricature, with the film grounding her motivations in grief and desperation.
Similarly impressive is young English actor Billy Barratt (Kraven the Hunter), who also nails the Aussie accent and capably handles the story's intense dramatic elements. Barratt was 17 years old during filming, the same age as his character, which makes him all the more believable - the directors wisely avoided trying to pass off a well-known actor in their late 20s or early 30s as a teenager. Another standout is Sora Wong, who makes her film debut here after landing the role despite having no prior acting experience. The palpable bond between Andy and Piper gives the movie its heart, which is a testament to the writing and performances. Meanwhile, newcomer Jonah Wren Phillips (How to Make Gravy) makes a horrifying impression as the mute Oliver, with the preteen actor participating in some of the movie's most memorable, unnerving moments.
Bring Her Back does not culminate in a massive climactic set piece, and the directors reportedly considered several different endings before settling on something more emotional. Although some genre aficionados might yearn for a bigger payoff, the film's ending feels in keeping with the movie's sombre tone, even if it leaves lingering questions about the demonic cult at the centre of the ominous ritual. Bring Her Back falls in line with the type of heightened, critic-courting horror movies that A24 is renowned for delivering (The Witch, Hereditary), which might make it a less tempting proposition for younger viewers who prefer more streamlined, mainstream-friendly genre flicks. However, it is an engaging, unnerving and emotionally devastating experience, and it does not feel like homework thanks to the strong character work, top-notch performances, and robust sense of atmosphere. It may not be fun or rewatchable, but Bring Her Back is unforgettable.
7.9/10

Painfully generic and lacking personality

Continuing his impressively consistent run of movies, Guy Ritchie attempts something different with 2025's Fountain of Youth, teaming with Apple to mount a globe-trotting action-adventure with shades of Indiana Jones and National Treasure. Ritchie has been experimenting with different styles and genres of late, helming a tense action-thriller (Wrath of Man), a Bond-esque action blockbuster (Operation Fortune), a contemporary war movie (The Covenant), and an incredibly fun World War II flick (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare). However, Fountain of Youth is his most uninspired work in years, as the director bafflingly dials back his cheeky sense of humour and cinematic personality, which defeats the purpose of hiring Ritchie in the first place. The screenplay by James Vanderbilt (White House Down, Independence Day: Resurgence) provides plenty of puzzles, clues, heists and action scenes, but it all feels painfully by-the-numbers, with Ritchie only occasionally translating the material into something fun or compelling.
A disgraced archaeologist and professional treasure hunter, Luke Purdue (John Krasinski) is determined to find the location of the Fountain of Youth by following a trail of clues. Funding the operation is successful billionaire Owen Carver (Domhnall Gleeson), who hopes to beat terminal cancer by drinking from the foundation, also recruiting team members Murphy (Laz Alonso) and Deb (Carmen Ejogo) to lend their expertise. By stealing a painting in England, Luke involves his sister, Charlotte (Natalie Portman), a museum curator who loses her job after the heist. With Charlotte going through a difficult time as she battles for custody of her son, Thomas (Benjamin Chivers), she reluctantly joins the team to help by examining the clues as the hunt takes them to Austria and Egypt. Pursuing the team is the mysterious Esme (Eiza González), while a team of Interpol officers led by Inspector Jamal Abbas (Arian Moayed) is also determined to arrest the team before they reach their desired destination.
Ritchie shows off his trademark stylistic choices during the opening title sequence with a retro credit font and a flavoursome, catchy song, while the ensuing chase is exciting, and Luke's behaviour is cheeky. Unfortunately, the rest of the picture lacks such personality, as Fountain of Youth feels generic as hell from a stylistic and aesthetic standpoint. It appears that Apple demanded that Ritchie dial back his recognisable idiosyncrasies to serve as a glorified gun for hire; as a result, the movie's execution mirrors Apple's other original action movies, like The Family Plan and The Instigators. Since Fountain of Youth's target audience is younger than Ritchie's usual output, the director also dials back the violence to maintain a PG-13 rating. Consequently, the action scenes are sufficiently engaging and proficient but lack a visceral punch. Plus, even though the technical presentation is competent and slick, with polished cinematography and top-notch digital effects, Fountain of Youth lacks a defining flavour to distinguish it from other action-adventure films, making it difficult to care about whether or not Apple decides to push ahead with a sequel.
Much like the execution, Fountain of Youth's screenplay is similarly nondescript, from bog-standard genre characters with convenient knowledge of obscure things to witless action movie dialogue. ("Don't you move!") Additionally, Fountain of Youth is too long at over two hours, and the movie's attempts to shoehorn in villains (Esme) and adversaries (Inspector Abbas) only add frustrating roadblocks that slow the pacing. John Krasinski and Natalie Portman are good actors, but they struggle to carve out memorable or endearing characters. Perhaps the most interesting performance here is Domhnall Gleeson, who chews the scenery and leans into villainy during the third act.
Thankfully, Fountain of Youth is not a total bust despite its multiple shortcomings. With Apple presumably splashing out a kingly sum on the production, it looks fantastic, and it is often difficult to discern where the live-action elements end and the CGI begins. Production took place in several countries around the world, with Ritchie shooting sequences on location in Thailand, Austria, Egypt, and England, which gives the picture an impressive sense of scope. One particularly impressive set piece involves Luke's crew raising a piece of the wreck of the RMS Lusitania to recover a lost painting from the Purser's Strongroom. Although the concept strains credulity and might seem in poor taste considering the Lusitania's death toll (1,200 souls died in the sinking), it is a fun sequence, and the recreation of the ship's rusted interiors is incredibly convincing. Ritchie also re-teams with composer Christopher Benstead, and the resulting score thankfully does not amount to hollow noise; instead, the soundtrack is appreciably engaging and unique. Ritchie infuses the movie with other fun touches, including homages to Indiana Jones (Luke and Charlotte's archaeologist father is named Harrison) and Close Encounters of the Third Kind, but it's not enough to shake the pervasive feeling of familiarity.
Apple is clearly on the hunt for a franchise with Fountain of Youth, priming the team for more treasure hunts and adventures, even closing with a sequel tease. It's disappointing to see Ritchie wasting his time on such formulaic material, especially since sequels to films like The Ministry for Ungentlemanly Warfare or The Man from U.N.C.L.E. would be far more enticing. Although the movie has its merits, it amounts to another generic Hollywood blockbuster that does nothing to distinguish itself from similar slop, and it's hard to imagine anybody still remembering or rewatching the movie in five or ten years. Those who enjoy these disposable action-adventures might find Fountain of Youth enjoyable enough in the moment, particularly if you like John Krasinski, but more discerning viewers are advised to look elsewhere for their entertainment.
5.6/10
A disgraced archaeologist and professional treasure hunter, Luke Purdue (John Krasinski) is determined to find the location of the Fountain of Youth by following a trail of clues. Funding the operation is successful billionaire Owen Carver (Domhnall Gleeson), who hopes to beat terminal cancer by drinking from the foundation, also recruiting team members Murphy (Laz Alonso) and Deb (Carmen Ejogo) to lend their expertise. By stealing a painting in England, Luke involves his sister, Charlotte (Natalie Portman), a museum curator who loses her job after the heist. With Charlotte going through a difficult time as she battles for custody of her son, Thomas (Benjamin Chivers), she reluctantly joins the team to help by examining the clues as the hunt takes them to Austria and Egypt. Pursuing the team is the mysterious Esme (Eiza González), while a team of Interpol officers led by Inspector Jamal Abbas (Arian Moayed) is also determined to arrest the team before they reach their desired destination.
Ritchie shows off his trademark stylistic choices during the opening title sequence with a retro credit font and a flavoursome, catchy song, while the ensuing chase is exciting, and Luke's behaviour is cheeky. Unfortunately, the rest of the picture lacks such personality, as Fountain of Youth feels generic as hell from a stylistic and aesthetic standpoint. It appears that Apple demanded that Ritchie dial back his recognisable idiosyncrasies to serve as a glorified gun for hire; as a result, the movie's execution mirrors Apple's other original action movies, like The Family Plan and The Instigators. Since Fountain of Youth's target audience is younger than Ritchie's usual output, the director also dials back the violence to maintain a PG-13 rating. Consequently, the action scenes are sufficiently engaging and proficient but lack a visceral punch. Plus, even though the technical presentation is competent and slick, with polished cinematography and top-notch digital effects, Fountain of Youth lacks a defining flavour to distinguish it from other action-adventure films, making it difficult to care about whether or not Apple decides to push ahead with a sequel.
Much like the execution, Fountain of Youth's screenplay is similarly nondescript, from bog-standard genre characters with convenient knowledge of obscure things to witless action movie dialogue. ("Don't you move!") Additionally, Fountain of Youth is too long at over two hours, and the movie's attempts to shoehorn in villains (Esme) and adversaries (Inspector Abbas) only add frustrating roadblocks that slow the pacing. John Krasinski and Natalie Portman are good actors, but they struggle to carve out memorable or endearing characters. Perhaps the most interesting performance here is Domhnall Gleeson, who chews the scenery and leans into villainy during the third act.
Thankfully, Fountain of Youth is not a total bust despite its multiple shortcomings. With Apple presumably splashing out a kingly sum on the production, it looks fantastic, and it is often difficult to discern where the live-action elements end and the CGI begins. Production took place in several countries around the world, with Ritchie shooting sequences on location in Thailand, Austria, Egypt, and England, which gives the picture an impressive sense of scope. One particularly impressive set piece involves Luke's crew raising a piece of the wreck of the RMS Lusitania to recover a lost painting from the Purser's Strongroom. Although the concept strains credulity and might seem in poor taste considering the Lusitania's death toll (1,200 souls died in the sinking), it is a fun sequence, and the recreation of the ship's rusted interiors is incredibly convincing. Ritchie also re-teams with composer Christopher Benstead, and the resulting score thankfully does not amount to hollow noise; instead, the soundtrack is appreciably engaging and unique. Ritchie infuses the movie with other fun touches, including homages to Indiana Jones (Luke and Charlotte's archaeologist father is named Harrison) and Close Encounters of the Third Kind, but it's not enough to shake the pervasive feeling of familiarity.
Apple is clearly on the hunt for a franchise with Fountain of Youth, priming the team for more treasure hunts and adventures, even closing with a sequel tease. It's disappointing to see Ritchie wasting his time on such formulaic material, especially since sequels to films like The Ministry for Ungentlemanly Warfare or The Man from U.N.C.L.E. would be far more enticing. Although the movie has its merits, it amounts to another generic Hollywood blockbuster that does nothing to distinguish itself from similar slop, and it's hard to imagine anybody still remembering or rewatching the movie in five or ten years. Those who enjoy these disposable action-adventures might find Fountain of Youth enjoyable enough in the moment, particularly if you like John Krasinski, but more discerning viewers are advised to look elsewhere for their entertainment.
5.6/10

A hilarious, touching and heartfelt fourthquel

Considering the mixed quality of the sequels to 2001's standout romantic comedy Bridget Jones's Diary, the prospect of a fourth instalment - arriving twenty-four years after the original picture - was understandably grim. But against all odds, 2025's Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy surpasses all reasonable expectations, delivering sharp comedy and bittersweet drama, rendering it more interesting and engaging than most chick flicks. The nine-year gap since the previous film (2016's enjoyable but forgettable Bridget Jones's Baby) feels surprisingly organic to the story, checking in with the titular character as she confronts another period in her life. Author Helen Fielding once again returns to adapt her own 2013 novel of the same name for the screen, collaborating with screenwriters Abi Morgan (Shame, The Iron Lady) and Dan Mazer (Borat, Brüno) to shape this astonishingly satisfying belated fourthquel. No sign of franchise fatigue plagues Mad About the Boy, nor does it feel like more of the same, as the movie is a refreshing breath of fresh air with its witty writing and heartfelt storytelling.
Four years ago, Bridget Jones (Renée Zellweger) lost her husband, Mark Darcy (Colin Firth), who died during a humanitarian mission in Sudan. Unable to work, Bridget struggles to raise her two children, Billy (Casper Knopf) and Mabel (Mila Jankovic), as she wrestles with grief while her family and friends offer conflicting advice on how to move forward. Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant) remains in Bridget's life as a friend and babysitter, but the pair no longer engage in anything romantic. Choosing to embrace life again, Bridget takes a job as a talk show producer and opens herself up to the dating pool, with a chance encounter leading to a connection with the handsome young Roxter (Leo Woodall). Despite the age gap, Bridget and Roxter pursue a relationship, though she also finds herself drawn to Billy's new science teacher, Scott Walliker (Chiwetel Ejiofor).
Like all great romantic comedies, Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy succeeds because the story provides a robust dramatic foundation. This fourth film is not just about Bridget looking for love during her latter years; it's about a widower trying to move on from an unspeakable tragedy while being a mother to two vulnerable, distraught children. Billy particularly struggles to move on from Mark's death, fearing that he will forget his father as the years progress. One outstanding scene between Scott and a grieving Billy is astonishingly poignant, showing a sense of maturity that rom-coms rarely exhibit. The story's other dramatic components are similarly effective, including Daniel reflecting on his lonely life as he confronts his morality, with the drama feeling like an organic part of the story instead of something perfunctory or contrived. Furthermore, the script is in touch with the trials and tribulations of modern dating, incorporating dating apps and ghosting, and its depiction of contemporary parenting is surprisingly authentic. Nothing in Mad About the Boy feels manufactured or Hollywood-ised, with the film retaining the franchise's uniquely British charm.
Luckily, Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy does not skimp on the laughs, with director Michael Morris (To Leslie) ensuring the picture is still an incredibly amusing and enjoyable sit despite the dramatic material. The fourthquel runs a hefty 125 minutes, but while the notion of a rom-com exceeding two hours seems unappealing (90 minutes is the usual sweet spot), Mad About the Boy justifies its length with a substantive narrative. With Morris's direction and the sharp editing, the movie sustains a wonderful sense of energy and style, easily scoring belly laughs. Although Morris is a long-time television director (he oversaw episodes of Better Call Saul and Preacher, among others), and this is only his second feature film, the helmer mounts an impressively slick and thoroughly cinematic romantic comedy, making it all the more baffling that Peacock sent the movie straight to streaming in the United States. Moreover, Morris confidently navigates the tonal shifts when the characters pause for soulful reflections or discussions about life and death.
Returning to screens six years after her Oscar-winning turn in 2019's Judy, Renée Zellweger reprises the iconic role without missing a beat, handling the comedy and drama with equal confidence. Zellweger provides an engaging inner monologue throughout the picture, and she occasionally conveys so much without words, such as the excitement of texting a new person on a dating app or the anxiousness of being ghosted. The progression of Zellweger's performance over the years is genuinely impressive, credibly transitioning from young and exuberant to a more world-weary parent. Thanks to Zellweger, investing in Bridget's situation and caring about what happens to her is easy. Fortunately, a capable supporting cast surrounds the actress. Although Firth's Mark Darcy is now deceased, the actor is not absent from the sequel. Firth shows up during a few heartwrenching moments to reinforce the hole his death left in Bridget's life, and these scenes are sweet instead of corny. One particular sequence towards the end of the film, at a Christmas pageant, is almost unbearably poignant and left this reviewer with tears in his eyes. Who expected that from a rom-com?
Meanwhile, after electing not to return in Bridget Jones's Baby, Hugh Grant makes an excellent impression playing Daniel Cleaver again, twenty-one years after last playing the role in Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason. Grant remains an utter joy, and even though he is no longer a heartthrob leading man, he's genuinely hilarious and believably handles the dramatic moments. Grant stated in an interview that he wrote additional scenes to give Daniel a more meaningful and emotional role in the story since he adored the script and wanted to participate, and the effort pays off wonderfully. Additionally, Mad About the Boy pulls out all the stops by bringing back as many returning actors as possible, including the wonderful Jim Broadbent as Bridget's father, Gemma Jones as Bridget's mother, Sally Phillips as Bridget's close friend Shazza, Emma Thompson as Bridget's doctor, and several more. The new cast members are equally terrific, with the handsome and charismatic Leo Woodall as Bridget's new love interest, and the always-reliable Chiwetel Ejiofor as the science-minded Mr. Walliker.
Even though the Bridget Jones movies are primarily aimed at women, the appeal of Mad About the Boy extends to men since the picture explores relatable, universal themes while delivering uproarious gags that should please any viewer, regardless of gender. Indeed, despite Bridget's dating woes, the movie smartly avoids demonising men. The feature is perhaps a touch too long, and it can't match the brilliance and novelty of the original film, but these are minor quibbles. Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy is thoroughly entertaining, hilarious, and touching, and it is hard to imagine a more fitting cinematic conclusion for the titular character. Indeed, with no more novels to adapt and seemingly no more dramatic arcs for Bridget to undertake, this is the perfect ending for the series.
7.8/10
Four years ago, Bridget Jones (Renée Zellweger) lost her husband, Mark Darcy (Colin Firth), who died during a humanitarian mission in Sudan. Unable to work, Bridget struggles to raise her two children, Billy (Casper Knopf) and Mabel (Mila Jankovic), as she wrestles with grief while her family and friends offer conflicting advice on how to move forward. Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant) remains in Bridget's life as a friend and babysitter, but the pair no longer engage in anything romantic. Choosing to embrace life again, Bridget takes a job as a talk show producer and opens herself up to the dating pool, with a chance encounter leading to a connection with the handsome young Roxter (Leo Woodall). Despite the age gap, Bridget and Roxter pursue a relationship, though she also finds herself drawn to Billy's new science teacher, Scott Walliker (Chiwetel Ejiofor).
Like all great romantic comedies, Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy succeeds because the story provides a robust dramatic foundation. This fourth film is not just about Bridget looking for love during her latter years; it's about a widower trying to move on from an unspeakable tragedy while being a mother to two vulnerable, distraught children. Billy particularly struggles to move on from Mark's death, fearing that he will forget his father as the years progress. One outstanding scene between Scott and a grieving Billy is astonishingly poignant, showing a sense of maturity that rom-coms rarely exhibit. The story's other dramatic components are similarly effective, including Daniel reflecting on his lonely life as he confronts his morality, with the drama feeling like an organic part of the story instead of something perfunctory or contrived. Furthermore, the script is in touch with the trials and tribulations of modern dating, incorporating dating apps and ghosting, and its depiction of contemporary parenting is surprisingly authentic. Nothing in Mad About the Boy feels manufactured or Hollywood-ised, with the film retaining the franchise's uniquely British charm.
Luckily, Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy does not skimp on the laughs, with director Michael Morris (To Leslie) ensuring the picture is still an incredibly amusing and enjoyable sit despite the dramatic material. The fourthquel runs a hefty 125 minutes, but while the notion of a rom-com exceeding two hours seems unappealing (90 minutes is the usual sweet spot), Mad About the Boy justifies its length with a substantive narrative. With Morris's direction and the sharp editing, the movie sustains a wonderful sense of energy and style, easily scoring belly laughs. Although Morris is a long-time television director (he oversaw episodes of Better Call Saul and Preacher, among others), and this is only his second feature film, the helmer mounts an impressively slick and thoroughly cinematic romantic comedy, making it all the more baffling that Peacock sent the movie straight to streaming in the United States. Moreover, Morris confidently navigates the tonal shifts when the characters pause for soulful reflections or discussions about life and death.
Returning to screens six years after her Oscar-winning turn in 2019's Judy, Renée Zellweger reprises the iconic role without missing a beat, handling the comedy and drama with equal confidence. Zellweger provides an engaging inner monologue throughout the picture, and she occasionally conveys so much without words, such as the excitement of texting a new person on a dating app or the anxiousness of being ghosted. The progression of Zellweger's performance over the years is genuinely impressive, credibly transitioning from young and exuberant to a more world-weary parent. Thanks to Zellweger, investing in Bridget's situation and caring about what happens to her is easy. Fortunately, a capable supporting cast surrounds the actress. Although Firth's Mark Darcy is now deceased, the actor is not absent from the sequel. Firth shows up during a few heartwrenching moments to reinforce the hole his death left in Bridget's life, and these scenes are sweet instead of corny. One particular sequence towards the end of the film, at a Christmas pageant, is almost unbearably poignant and left this reviewer with tears in his eyes. Who expected that from a rom-com?
Meanwhile, after electing not to return in Bridget Jones's Baby, Hugh Grant makes an excellent impression playing Daniel Cleaver again, twenty-one years after last playing the role in Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason. Grant remains an utter joy, and even though he is no longer a heartthrob leading man, he's genuinely hilarious and believably handles the dramatic moments. Grant stated in an interview that he wrote additional scenes to give Daniel a more meaningful and emotional role in the story since he adored the script and wanted to participate, and the effort pays off wonderfully. Additionally, Mad About the Boy pulls out all the stops by bringing back as many returning actors as possible, including the wonderful Jim Broadbent as Bridget's father, Gemma Jones as Bridget's mother, Sally Phillips as Bridget's close friend Shazza, Emma Thompson as Bridget's doctor, and several more. The new cast members are equally terrific, with the handsome and charismatic Leo Woodall as Bridget's new love interest, and the always-reliable Chiwetel Ejiofor as the science-minded Mr. Walliker.
Even though the Bridget Jones movies are primarily aimed at women, the appeal of Mad About the Boy extends to men since the picture explores relatable, universal themes while delivering uproarious gags that should please any viewer, regardless of gender. Indeed, despite Bridget's dating woes, the movie smartly avoids demonising men. The feature is perhaps a touch too long, and it can't match the brilliance and novelty of the original film, but these are minor quibbles. Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy is thoroughly entertaining, hilarious, and touching, and it is hard to imagine a more fitting cinematic conclusion for the titular character. Indeed, with no more novels to adapt and seemingly no more dramatic arcs for Bridget to undertake, this is the perfect ending for the series.
7.8/10

A slick, gory, devilishly enjoyable ride

The most interesting and perhaps the best Final Destination sequel to date, 2025's Final Destination: Bloodlines is an unexpectedly strong continuation of the horror series that brings back the franchise's best elements: elaborate set pieces, dark humour, tongue-in-cheek gore, and a few knowing winks. Instead of resurrecting the brand name for a lazy cash-in after a slew of successful legacy horror sequels, this sixth instalment benefits from recruiting fresh blood in the form of directors Zach Lipovsky and Adam Stein (2018's Freaks), writers Guy Busick (Ready or Not, 2022's Scream) and Lori Evans Taylor, and even Jon Watts (Spider-Man: No Way Home), who devised the story and produced the picture. Another Final Destination picture is not unwelcome after fourteen years, and the new creative team thankfully do not try to subvert expectations or introduce eye-rolling postmodernist humour. The result is a slick, devilishly enjoyable horror flick with a few fresh ideas that should please fans and newcomers alike.
In the 1960s, young Iris Campbell (Brec Bassinger) prevented a deadly disaster at the brand-new Skyview Restaurant Tower after she experiences a premonition of the tall building collapsing and everybody dying, including her boyfriend Paul (Max Lloyd-Jones). Decades later, Iris's granddaughter, Stefani (Kaitlyn Santa Juana), experiences a recurring nightmare of Iris's premonition, which affects her academic performance at college. Seeking answers, she returns home to see her father Marty (Tinpo Lee), her younger brother Charlie (Teo Briones), and more of her extended family, including her uncle Howard (Alex Zahara). Learning that her grandmother (now played by Gabrielle Rose) became a recluse who sent alarming letters to the family, Stefani tracks down Iris in a fortified cabin, who warns her granddaughter that Death is coming for their family. Since Iris messed with Death's plan by having children, the Grim Reaper now seeks to eliminate all of Iris's descendants, sparking a series of deadly accidents.
Ditching the long-circulated storyline about first responders that was initially the basis for a sixth Final Destination, Bloodlines is the first movie in the series to do something fresh by travelling back several decades and focusing on a family that should not exist. Naturally, Busick and Taylor's screenplay incorporates a few familiar beats from the series, including characters dismissing warnings about Death coming for them and the way that the ending predictably plays out, but there is only so much that can be done with a Final Destination picture while delivering the content that fans crave. The execution is essential to overcome a formulaic narrative, and Bloodlines gets it right for the most part: the characters are credible, the story flows smoothly, and the film is not tedious or dull between the scenes of guts and gore.
Directors Lipovsky and Stein, who secured the job by staging a freak accident during a Zoom meeting with New Line execs and producers, thankfully show an exceptional flair for set pieces, ensuring that Bloodlines takes care of the franchise's core component. The movie commences on a high note (heh) with the ominous sequence in the incredibly tall Skyview Tower that leaves you unsure about precisely when the inevitable accident will occur. Setting the scene in the 1960s gives it a fresh aesthetic, and the directors carefully build suspense instead of relying on lazy jump scares. (As always, avoid all trailers and previews for the most enjoyable experience - these movies are best consumed when you go in blind.) Miraculously, Bloodlines brings back an element of surprise to the series, cleverly toying with expectations, and Death's design even forces the reveal of a family secret in an uproarious moment. On that note, the movie has a healthy sense of humour, with the elaborate deaths coming across as darkly comedic instead of mean-spirited. Unfortunately, the overtly digital aesthetic does detract a visceral punch from the set pieces, and it is a shame the directors did not opt for more practical effects.
A robust selection of mostly unknown actors gives the film some dramatic heft, with Gabrielle Rose making a particularly good impression as the aging, paranoid Iris. Most recent legacy sequels brought back notable actors from the respective franchises, including Scream and Halloween. However, the Final Destination series lacks that luxury since the actors all die by the end of each instalment. However, this sequel does bring back one notable name in franchise mainstay and genre icon Tony Todd (the iconic Candyman), who reprises his role of William Bludworth for the last time here. Bloodlines is dedicated to the memory of Todd, who featured in almost all of the Final Destination films except 2009's The Final Destination, but nobody really remembers that painfully paint-by-numbers entry. With Todd's recent passing and the context of his appearance here, his scene carries a distinct poignancy, and the script smartly ties his character to Iris, revealing his backstory after twenty-five years of mystery. Todd looks tragically gaunt here, as the actor passed away from stomach cancer mere months after filming, but the creative team ties his condition into the story, giving the character a fitting, bittersweet exit. Reportedly, Todd improvised the character's final lines to speak directly to the fans.
Remarkably, Final Destination: Bloodlines demonstrates that the Final Destination series still has life in it after two decades of Death catching up with those who evaded him. This sequel is the longest instalment in the series to date, clocking in at a hefty 110 minutes (whereas the other entries run 80-95 minutes), but the directors confidently sustain interest throughout the narrative. Despite some silly character behaviour (see one scene involving an MRI machine) and a few predictable story beats, Bloodlines is a highly satisfying watch that does not forget what made the franchise so appealing. The notion of more sequels is surprisingly enticing, as we still do not know why the premonitions happen, and the 1960s setting of the prologue shows that moving the action to another time period has potential. (Rumours of a medieval-era Final Destination movie have persisted for several years.) As long as New Line continues to produce these flicks, I will probably continue to watch them.
7.3/10
In the 1960s, young Iris Campbell (Brec Bassinger) prevented a deadly disaster at the brand-new Skyview Restaurant Tower after she experiences a premonition of the tall building collapsing and everybody dying, including her boyfriend Paul (Max Lloyd-Jones). Decades later, Iris's granddaughter, Stefani (Kaitlyn Santa Juana), experiences a recurring nightmare of Iris's premonition, which affects her academic performance at college. Seeking answers, she returns home to see her father Marty (Tinpo Lee), her younger brother Charlie (Teo Briones), and more of her extended family, including her uncle Howard (Alex Zahara). Learning that her grandmother (now played by Gabrielle Rose) became a recluse who sent alarming letters to the family, Stefani tracks down Iris in a fortified cabin, who warns her granddaughter that Death is coming for their family. Since Iris messed with Death's plan by having children, the Grim Reaper now seeks to eliminate all of Iris's descendants, sparking a series of deadly accidents.
Ditching the long-circulated storyline about first responders that was initially the basis for a sixth Final Destination, Bloodlines is the first movie in the series to do something fresh by travelling back several decades and focusing on a family that should not exist. Naturally, Busick and Taylor's screenplay incorporates a few familiar beats from the series, including characters dismissing warnings about Death coming for them and the way that the ending predictably plays out, but there is only so much that can be done with a Final Destination picture while delivering the content that fans crave. The execution is essential to overcome a formulaic narrative, and Bloodlines gets it right for the most part: the characters are credible, the story flows smoothly, and the film is not tedious or dull between the scenes of guts and gore.
Directors Lipovsky and Stein, who secured the job by staging a freak accident during a Zoom meeting with New Line execs and producers, thankfully show an exceptional flair for set pieces, ensuring that Bloodlines takes care of the franchise's core component. The movie commences on a high note (heh) with the ominous sequence in the incredibly tall Skyview Tower that leaves you unsure about precisely when the inevitable accident will occur. Setting the scene in the 1960s gives it a fresh aesthetic, and the directors carefully build suspense instead of relying on lazy jump scares. (As always, avoid all trailers and previews for the most enjoyable experience - these movies are best consumed when you go in blind.) Miraculously, Bloodlines brings back an element of surprise to the series, cleverly toying with expectations, and Death's design even forces the reveal of a family secret in an uproarious moment. On that note, the movie has a healthy sense of humour, with the elaborate deaths coming across as darkly comedic instead of mean-spirited. Unfortunately, the overtly digital aesthetic does detract a visceral punch from the set pieces, and it is a shame the directors did not opt for more practical effects.
A robust selection of mostly unknown actors gives the film some dramatic heft, with Gabrielle Rose making a particularly good impression as the aging, paranoid Iris. Most recent legacy sequels brought back notable actors from the respective franchises, including Scream and Halloween. However, the Final Destination series lacks that luxury since the actors all die by the end of each instalment. However, this sequel does bring back one notable name in franchise mainstay and genre icon Tony Todd (the iconic Candyman), who reprises his role of William Bludworth for the last time here. Bloodlines is dedicated to the memory of Todd, who featured in almost all of the Final Destination films except 2009's The Final Destination, but nobody really remembers that painfully paint-by-numbers entry. With Todd's recent passing and the context of his appearance here, his scene carries a distinct poignancy, and the script smartly ties his character to Iris, revealing his backstory after twenty-five years of mystery. Todd looks tragically gaunt here, as the actor passed away from stomach cancer mere months after filming, but the creative team ties his condition into the story, giving the character a fitting, bittersweet exit. Reportedly, Todd improvised the character's final lines to speak directly to the fans.
Remarkably, Final Destination: Bloodlines demonstrates that the Final Destination series still has life in it after two decades of Death catching up with those who evaded him. This sequel is the longest instalment in the series to date, clocking in at a hefty 110 minutes (whereas the other entries run 80-95 minutes), but the directors confidently sustain interest throughout the narrative. Despite some silly character behaviour (see one scene involving an MRI machine) and a few predictable story beats, Bloodlines is a highly satisfying watch that does not forget what made the franchise so appealing. The notion of more sequels is surprisingly enticing, as we still do not know why the premonitions happen, and the 1960s setting of the prologue shows that moving the action to another time period has potential. (Rumours of a medieval-era Final Destination movie have persisted for several years.) As long as New Line continues to produce these flicks, I will probably continue to watch them.
7.3/10

A flawless sequel and an exemplary sci-fi film

It took seven years for a reluctant Twentieth Century Fox to produce a sequel to Ridley Scott's Alien, despite the groundbreaking science fiction horror picture establishing a universe and lore ripe for further exploration. Sequels rarely match the quality of the original movie, especially in the horror genre (Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, Jaws), but writer-director James Cameron pulled off the seemingly impossible with 1986's Aliens, a masterful follow-up that confidently surpasses its acclaimed predecessor. Instead of a mere retread, Cameron switches genres from deliberately paced horror/thriller to edge-of-your-seat blockbuster, and the change feels surprisingly natural. In Cameron's skilful hands, Aliens is not an ordinary blockbuster or a cheap action flick, as the movie features likeable characters, sharp dialogue, outstanding special effects, nail-biting set pieces, fast-paced storytelling, and dramatic gravitas. Plus, with Cameron devising an engaging story that logically follows Alien, it does not feel like a lazy money grab.
Lieutenant Ellen Ripley (Sigourney Weaver), the sole surviving crew member of the Nostromo, placed herself in a cryogenic sleep aboard a shuttlecraft after defeating the Xenomorph and destroying her ship. Fifty-seven years later, a salvage vessel finds and rescues Ripley, bringing her to a Weyland-Yutani space station to debrief with her employers about the Nostromo's destruction and the death of the crew. A Weyland-Yutani Board of Inquiry does not believe Ripley's story about an alien, especially since the planet of LV-426 is now the site of a terraforming colony. But when the corporation loses contact with the colony, Weyland-Yutani representative Carter Burke (Paul Reiser) asks Ripley to accompany a unit of Colonial Marines to investigate LV-426, and she only agrees if the mission's objective is extermination. On board the spaceship Sulaco, Ripley joins the crew - including Corporal Hicks (Michael Biehn), Private Hudson (Bill Paxton), Lieutenant Gorman (William Hope), and an android named Bishop (Lance Henriksen) - as they begin their investigation. Searching for survivors on LV-426, they only find a traumatised young girl who calls herself Newt (Carrie Henn). After the Xenomorphs attack the soldiers and significantly reduce their numbers, the survivors begin planning a way to escape the planet while trying to fend off the seemingly unlimited hordes of creatures.
Whereas most sequels simply rehash the first movie, Aliens feels fresh, combining the horror of Alien with the action of Cameron's The Terminator, specifically the future war scenes. Though pieces of Aliens are familiar, including some corporate espionage and a ticking clock during the climax, the narrative works splendidly, with nothing feeling inessential, trite or forced. Like the previous film, Cameron spends the first half of the movie on development and build-up, chronicling the trip to LV-426 and the Marines investigating the derelict colony while an ominous feeling permeates every scene. Cameron's screenplay introduces a new ensemble of characters that do not feel like mere Xenomorph bait, and the scenes of bonding and interaction develop a palpable sense of camaraderie before the action commences. Instead of a crew of working-class miners, Aliens features the gung-ho Colonial Marines. The razor-sharp dialogue begins almost immediately, with the soldiers bantering and insulting one another. Cameron endows the Marines with distinctive, colourful personalities, ensuring they do not feel interchangeable or expendable.
Aliens benefits from a strong sense of character and humanity, with the central relationship between Ripley and Newt giving the picture its heart. The two develop a heartfelt bond through the turmoil, with Newt representing a second chance for Ripley after her daughter passed away during her time in stasis. This additional dimension is exclusive to the extended director's cut, which adds a scene of Ripley learning about the fate of her daughter that should never have been excised from the theatrical version. The scene contributes to Ripley's character and facilitates a deeper connection to Newt, who represents a surrogate daughter, further justifying Ripley's intense protectiveness of the young girl. Cameron believes the 154-minute director's cut is the definitive version of the film, as the theatrical version was a compromise for a shorter runtime. Fox wanted to remove even more from the 137-minute theatrical cut, but Cameron refused to give in, believing any further trims for more showtimes would damage the story too much. Many of the additions in the extended edition feel essential to the picture, but scenes detailing the colonists' lives on LV-426 and the discovery of a facehugger admittedly ruin the mystery.
With a more pronounced narrative destination and viewers now aware of the Xenomorphs (the novelty and surprise of Alien's chest-burster scene is now impossible to replicate), Aliens has more momentum and a stronger sense of pace than its predecessor. Nevertheless, Cameron skilfully builds an intense, moody atmosphere, and the picture is not merely a brainless action fiesta. Almost unbearable tension pervades several scenes, including the Marines first exploring the grotesque alien hive, Ripley and Newt trapped in a locked room with two facehuggers, and the Marines using scanners to monitor the Xenomorphs as they close in. The shadowy cinematography amplifies the atmosphere, with Aliens resembling a thriller instead of a bog-standard action film. Cameron fought for the hive's dim lighting, even replacing the original cinematographer with Adrian Biddle (his first time working as a director of photography), and the resultant set pieces are intense and unnerving. Chaos unfolds once the Xenomorphs attack the Marines, and the darkness makes it difficult to predict what will happen next, amplifying the white-knuckle tension.
Working with an $18.5 million budget, which is more than double the budget of The Terminator, Cameron brought Aliens to life through old-school filmmaking methods, relying on models, intricate sets, puppetry, animatronics, matte paintings and optical compositing. After accomplishing such impressive set pieces in The Terminator despite meagre funds, Cameron achieves more polished visuals here, and the resulting illusion still stands up to contemporary scrutiny. With the iconic Stan Winston Studio masterminding the design and execution of the aliens (taking over from H.R. Giger), the Xenomorphs and facehuggers seem truly alive and pose a viable threat, with the shrewd framing, editing and sound design ensuring that the creatures never merely look like people in rubber suits. Aliens also contributes to the franchise's lore by introducing the monstrous alien queen, an outstanding design that looks stunningly lifelike and memorable. Likewise, the sets and visual effects allow LV-426 to feel like a genuine planet, and the various vehicle designs - such as the exosuit cargo loaders, the dropship, and the armoured personnel carrier - further contribute to the film's terrific visuals. Admittedly, a few shots of the dropship look rickety, particularly while evacuating from LV-426, but these are the only phoney moments in the whole picture. Understandably, the breathtaking visual effects earned an Oscar.
Another significant asset is the soundtrack, which received a well-deserved Oscar nomination. Instead of Alien composer Jerry Goldsmith, Cameron recruited James Horner to orchestrate the music, which led to the pair collaborating on Titanic and Avatar in later years. Horner retains some of Alien's recognisable motifs, but the score here reflects the picture's rollicking pace and white-knuckle action set pieces, and the composer managed to achieve the top-notch score despite an impossibly tight deadline, with the movie consistently changing in the editing room. Aliens is another instance of art emerging from adversity, as the production process was challenging for the demanding, hands-on Cameron, who found himself at odds with the crew, studio, and several key creatives. Miraculously, no evidence of behind-the-scenes troubles mires the entertaining and astonishingly competent finished film.
Sigourney Weaver was understandably reluctant to reprise her role of Ellen Ripley, with the actress needing convincing that the sequel was being made for artistic instead of purely financial reasons. She is an indispensable part of the ensemble, and her performance is impeccable, convincingly conveying a range of emotions and always remaining likeable. Aliens expands on the character of Ripley, making her feel like a fully rounded human being, and she battles intense post-traumatic stress disorder after the events of Alien. The quintessential female protagonist, Weaver is credible as a compassionate mother figure and a badass action heroine. For all of her reluctance to return, Weaver earned an Academy Award nomination for her performance. Meanwhile, James Remar was initially cast as Corporal Hicks but was fired after an arrest for drug possession shortly into filming, necessitating a prompt replacement in the form of Michael Biehn, who played Kyle Reese in The Terminator. Biehn is more relatable and down-to-earth than the other Marines, and he shares excellent chemistry with Weaver. Little moments like Hicks training Ripley to use a pulse rifle provide a terrific reprieve from the alien encounters, enhancing the film's humanity without affecting the pace. Another standout is newcomer Carrie Henn as Newt. A gifted actress despite her young age, she is perfect in the pivotal role, playing well alongside Weaver and never coming across as unnecessarily grating.
Additionally, in one of his early roles (after briefly appearing in The Terminator), the inimitable Bill Paxton is terrific as the film's comic relief, providing welcome levity during tense scenes to prevent the tone from becoming too morose. Luckily, Cameron does not overuse Paxton, nor does his comedic dialogue feel cheap. Lance Henriksen is also superb as Bishop, creating a distinct new synthetic character that is unlike Ian Holm's Ash. Another cast member who previously worked with Cameron on The Terminator, Henriksen plays Bishop as childlike and unassertive, and the character always remains likeable. Meanwhile, Paul Reiser (a relative newcomer at the time) believably plays a snivelling, conniving corporate representative, bringing credible intensity to several vital scenes. The rest of the ensemble is equally superlative, from a memorable Jenette Goldstein as the badass Private Vasquez to Al Matthews as a confident, cool-headed, cigar-chomping Sergeant Apone.
A flawless sequel and an exceptional science fiction blockbuster in its own right, Aliens is full of quotable, uproarious dialogue, thrilling set pieces, and outstanding special effects, making it difficult to imagine a better sequel to Alien. Additionally, since Cameron takes the time to develop the characters as they learn and change throughout the proceedings, Aliens resonates more profoundly than most action epics. Alien and Aliens are a terrific double bill, with this sequel marvellously building upon Ridley Scott's groundbreaking film without merely remaking it. Opinions are divided on which of the two films is better, but there is little arguing that both pictures are exemplary works of science fiction cinema. Since subsequent sequels ruin the optimistic ending of Aliens without contributing anything worthwhile to the franchise (Biehn even famously exclaimed, "Fuck Alien 3!"), most fans are happy to ignore the nonsense that followed while continuing to rewatch Alien and Aliens endlessly.
10/10

A robust action-thriller for adults

Although it seems relatively pointless to produce a sequel to a mid-budget action-thriller from nine years ago, 2025's The Accountant 2 is far more worthwhile than erroneous first impressions might imply. With most of the original cast returning, along with screenwriter Bill Dubuque (The Judge) and director Gavin O'Connor (Warrior), this follow-up justifies its existence with a robust story, sharp character interaction, and thrilling action sequences, surpassing all reasonable expectations with confidence. Additionally, even though it is a sequel, The Accountant 2 doesn't demand intimate knowledge of its predecessor, as this follow-up places the returning characters in a new story, making it easy for newcomers to find their footing. Heck, even if you have seen the original movie but don't remember it (and you are not alone - it was nine years ago), The Accountant 2 is a satisfying viewing experience, and the prospect of further sequels is more enticing than ever.
Former Financial Crimes Enforcement Network director Raymond King (J.K. Simmons) seeks to locate a missing Salvadoran family, meeting with an assassin, Anaïs (Daniella Pineda), for help. Following King's assassination, his protege, Marybeth Medina (Cynthia Addai-Robinson), begins an investigation, which leads her to track down Christian Wolff (Ben Affleck), an autistic accountant who services criminal organisations. With evidence of child trafficking and the case turning out to be bigger than anticipated, Christian turns to Braxton (Jon Bernthal), his estranged brother who still works as an assassin, to help by bringing his skills with firearms. The siblings work through old feelings as they search for answers about the missing family, while crime lord Burke (Robert Morgan) sends Anaïs to assassinate Medina.
The Accountant 2 swiftly reintroduces Christian and his unique thought process in the first act of the picture, checking in with him as he applies his mathematical thinking to the realm of speed dating. The resulting scene is incredibly amusing, reestablishing Christian as an interesting character worth investing in. Also fascinating is the way Christian enlists the assistance of neurodivergent children from the Harbor Neuroscience Academy, who are computer experts, to aid the investigation during one particularly tense scene while Medina strongly disapproves of their illegal yet clever methods.
Above all else, this sequel primarily succeeds because it leans into the buddy chemistry between Affleck and Bernthal, who interact like genuine siblings and whose banter genuinely sparkles throughout the film. Bernthal is great in anything, and his presence here is a considerable asset, scoring laughs with ease and looking right at home while operating firearms amid an intense gunfight. Affleck's performance is similarly superb, convincingly playing a neurodivergent individual with immense intelligence. Wisely, Dubuque's script also introduces depth to the siblings' relationship, and the film emphasises that even though Christian can drive Braxton up the wall, the pair still have a deep bond and are very fond of each other. A strong supporting cast surrounds the pair, with Daniella Pineda making the biggest impression as a competent assassin who cannot remember her past.
Director O'Connor confidently navigates the tricky narrative, exploring the central conspiracy that involves several players and twists and turns. The pacing is not always on point, and the film requires your full attention to prevent you from getting lost in the occasionally labyrinthine proceedings. However, the bigger picture ensures perpetual interest in the story: Christian, Braxton, and Medina want to free imprisoned children. Additionally, O'Connor nails the action sequences with ease, staging vicious, violent confrontations that mainly occur in the movie's final third. The climactic assault on a compound in Juarez is a highlight, and it is incredibly satisfying to watch Christian and Braxton kill a group of child traffickers. Thankfully, O'Connor's set pieces are enjoyable and comprehensible, with returning cinematographer Seamus McGarvey never giving in to distracting shaky cam. The R-rating allows for badass bloodletting and plenty of colourful language, ensuring the movie doesn't feel like another safe Hollywood blockbuster for the broadest possible audience.
Another appreciated reprieve from superhero movies and big-budget blockbusters, The Accountant 2 is a memorable and engrossing action-thriller aimed at adults, reminiscent of films like Sicario or Wrath of Man. There are plenty of highlights, including a small appearance by the always-reliable J.K. Simmons (reprising his role from the first film), Christian using a tax return to confront a pizza shop owner over money laundering, and Braxton finding and rescuing a cat after the climactic action sequence. Sequels are often disappointing due to the sheer weight of expectations, which makes The Accountant 2 all the more refreshing. After all, it's doubtful that many viewers expected much from this seemingly random, belated sequel; yet, the picture is more satisfying than many disappointing, high-profile sequels.
7.8/10
Former Financial Crimes Enforcement Network director Raymond King (J.K. Simmons) seeks to locate a missing Salvadoran family, meeting with an assassin, Anaïs (Daniella Pineda), for help. Following King's assassination, his protege, Marybeth Medina (Cynthia Addai-Robinson), begins an investigation, which leads her to track down Christian Wolff (Ben Affleck), an autistic accountant who services criminal organisations. With evidence of child trafficking and the case turning out to be bigger than anticipated, Christian turns to Braxton (Jon Bernthal), his estranged brother who still works as an assassin, to help by bringing his skills with firearms. The siblings work through old feelings as they search for answers about the missing family, while crime lord Burke (Robert Morgan) sends Anaïs to assassinate Medina.
The Accountant 2 swiftly reintroduces Christian and his unique thought process in the first act of the picture, checking in with him as he applies his mathematical thinking to the realm of speed dating. The resulting scene is incredibly amusing, reestablishing Christian as an interesting character worth investing in. Also fascinating is the way Christian enlists the assistance of neurodivergent children from the Harbor Neuroscience Academy, who are computer experts, to aid the investigation during one particularly tense scene while Medina strongly disapproves of their illegal yet clever methods.
Above all else, this sequel primarily succeeds because it leans into the buddy chemistry between Affleck and Bernthal, who interact like genuine siblings and whose banter genuinely sparkles throughout the film. Bernthal is great in anything, and his presence here is a considerable asset, scoring laughs with ease and looking right at home while operating firearms amid an intense gunfight. Affleck's performance is similarly superb, convincingly playing a neurodivergent individual with immense intelligence. Wisely, Dubuque's script also introduces depth to the siblings' relationship, and the film emphasises that even though Christian can drive Braxton up the wall, the pair still have a deep bond and are very fond of each other. A strong supporting cast surrounds the pair, with Daniella Pineda making the biggest impression as a competent assassin who cannot remember her past.
Director O'Connor confidently navigates the tricky narrative, exploring the central conspiracy that involves several players and twists and turns. The pacing is not always on point, and the film requires your full attention to prevent you from getting lost in the occasionally labyrinthine proceedings. However, the bigger picture ensures perpetual interest in the story: Christian, Braxton, and Medina want to free imprisoned children. Additionally, O'Connor nails the action sequences with ease, staging vicious, violent confrontations that mainly occur in the movie's final third. The climactic assault on a compound in Juarez is a highlight, and it is incredibly satisfying to watch Christian and Braxton kill a group of child traffickers. Thankfully, O'Connor's set pieces are enjoyable and comprehensible, with returning cinematographer Seamus McGarvey never giving in to distracting shaky cam. The R-rating allows for badass bloodletting and plenty of colourful language, ensuring the movie doesn't feel like another safe Hollywood blockbuster for the broadest possible audience.
Another appreciated reprieve from superhero movies and big-budget blockbusters, The Accountant 2 is a memorable and engrossing action-thriller aimed at adults, reminiscent of films like Sicario or Wrath of Man. There are plenty of highlights, including a small appearance by the always-reliable J.K. Simmons (reprising his role from the first film), Christian using a tax return to confront a pizza shop owner over money laundering, and Braxton finding and rescuing a cat after the climactic action sequence. Sequels are often disappointing due to the sheer weight of expectations, which makes The Accountant 2 all the more refreshing. After all, it's doubtful that many viewers expected much from this seemingly random, belated sequel; yet, the picture is more satisfying than many disappointing, high-profile sequels.
7.8/10
