It’s one of those films with pacing so perfect, it’s impossible to look away.
When companies churn out a movie with the sole purpose of creating hype for the sequel, the movie at hand inevitably suffers a tragic fate.
What happens when someone you love dies? What happens when you try to love again?
The filmmakers have obviously had time to think about what made the first film successful, but the sequel uses these themes to run the movie into the ground.
Story so effectively illustrates the frustration of Black people being persecuted for just living their lives in a space that refuses to let them.
It’s the Silver Age of Greek mythology played out with the pulpy suspense and visual identity from the Silver Age of comic books.
Simply put, the movie is not very scary.
“The Bronze” tries to break free of its formulaic narrative by throwing in as many plot twists as it can.
Cohen’s shots are constantly in motion, restless with the taut energy that drives the people in them.
This is top-shelf nonsense.