With how sequelised Hollywood apparently is nowadays, it’s
understandable to get a sense of déjà vu from any given film. Or, to be
accurate, to worry about getting that sense of déjà vu from any given film. If
you’ve seen one horrible piece of fossilised pelican faeces masquerading as a
love story, you’ve seen them all. However, every once in a while, a film comes
along that offers a better-than-average chance of proving my assumptions right.
And, of course, this is yet another example where I happily accept the idea of
being wrong: The latest Pokémon movie. Yep, we’re shooting for No. 18 this time
around, as if this franchise isn’t already reaching Disney levels of money-grubbing
prevalence. Really, the best I can hope for is that this isn’t quite as crap as
last year’s effort.
