Then the filmmakers brought out the TASER shotgun and the movie's credibility took a huge swan dive into BS territory.
A forgettable tribute to a talented, somewhat complicated filmmaker. One's better off reading the excellent, in-depth 1989 biography Robert Altman: Jumping Off The Cliff by Patrick McGilligan.
Hell hath no fury like a Mad Max fan scorned.
Something about computer-generated creature effects neutralizes any possibility for suspense. It's akin to watching my five-year-old play one of his video games.
As technology blooms, storytelling suffers. That's how I feel, anyway.
It's difficult to watch any kind of survival movie when I'm not able to root for the main character's survival.
By knowingly bestowing this death curse upon someone else, they're effectively committing murder, damning their souls with this deceptive and selfish choice.