I’m not even going to lead into this with any kind of pre-amble: This is one of the worst films I have ever sat through. Even though we’ve still got a lot of films left to get through for 2023, I am absolutely certain that none of them will be worse than this. While I didn’t have the total out-of-body cringe experience with this that I did with Vacation 2015, the fact that I even thought to compare this with that should be a good indicator of just how fucking awful this thing is.
The new George Clooney movie? Eh, after Suburbicon, I haven’t been holding out much hope for that working out.
Death Of 2020, Charlie Brooker’s new production? I think this year’s been bleak enough without shining a light on someone else shining a light on how garbage the last twelve months have been. I want to end things more positively than that.
Well, how about Wonder Woman 1984? Can’t go see it in cinemas because of lockdown, and it isn’t streaming over here yet, so that’s out (same with Superintelligence, although quite frankly, I’m not exactly beating myself up over missing out on James Corden no doubt embarrassing himself once again).
Then this little feature popped up on Netflix earlier this week… looks like I got my pick.
