I have had Star Wars on the brain recently with Star Wars Day happening just a few weeks ago, and recently, it was the 40th anniversary of the release of The Empire Strikes Back, my all-time favorite Star Wars movie and one of my favorite films of all time.
In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read.
The latest film that skipped theaters and went straight to VOD has arrived on Netflix, and because I have no life to brag about during these chaotic times (and because it's my job), I will review it.
You and I should be grateful for films such as this—how else would we understand the definition of "torture"?
Tom Hardy shits himself in this movie. Twice. And that's all you need to know.
When Star Wars: The Last Jedi came out, everyone can agree that no one can agree on the quality of that movie. It was a polarizing film, with some loving it and some saying it was the worst in the franchise.