Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Spaceships idle infinitely along while wonderfully diverse heroes meander about on meaningless missions, diving through plotholes to find silly set-pieces like the Dobby-horse race and 50 shades of Rey’s red room of pain. Mediocre choreography and weak story compete for worst place with Poe’s deadly stupidity and Kylo’s aim-all-guns strategy.

Mother!

Moving cinematography puts viewers in the feverish nightmare of an unamused muse abused. Mediocre digital effects and inconsistent pacing damage structural integrity of a creative internal haunted house built on a foundation of densely packed symbolism which ultimately devolves into Boschian cinematic orgy where generating exclamation seems the main point.

Unbroken

It’s hard to break the back of a spineless story. Though Zamporini’s tale is heroic and incredible, the cinematic rendition is disjointed and poorly paced with several compelling cast-members going MIA midway.  Decent cinematography and sincere acting fail to rescue this heartfelt effort from the endless shelling of war-film clichés.