An unflinching film of striking inner-city iconography.
Good horror movies command a surplus of attention. This one caters to its deficit.
A lively back-and-forth among a trio of musicians still striving and struggling to expand sound.
Michael Bay fills the Hasbro hierarchy of needs before losing his damn mind.
A brash, loud Viagra ad spliced into the modulated cool of a Michael Mann film.
Can't hit the true franchise heights, but its come-close ambition yields a smashing ride.
Neveldine / Taylor have nowhere to go but for broke. Oh, how they arrive there.
A tad too much hero worship, but otherwise uncomfortable, uproarious and legitimate.
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