One-Line Review: Palm Springs (2020), starring Andy Samberg and Cristin Milioti
Palm Springs is the honest, crude, compassionate, and heartfelt time loop movie we didn’t know we needed.
Palm Springs is the honest, crude, compassionate, and heartfelt time loop movie we didn’t know we needed.
The only actor this film used well was Wesley Snipes (the only black body in a tediously white movie), so the best part is falling asleep during the boring first half so you miss the pointlessly shocking body horror of the second half.
The script, pacing, camerawork, special effects, budget, and inspiration for this interminable, tediously prurient movie all wish they were mediocre.
Captive State was better than it had to be, showing captivating details of the tradecraft used by insurgents against Chicago’s alien overlords, but casting its net wide across many small roles diluted the movie’s focus.
Replicas mixes a classic sci-fi idea with some of the best emotion any director’s gotten out of Keanu Reeves and ruins it with nonsensical early character decisions that force unnecessary conflicts.
This movie is a miracle of casting, acting, scripting, cinematography, and action choreography with tender love scenes, kick-ass violence, awesome gay love, and a reaffirming message about the value of a life.
Though perhaps hilarious at the time (as evidenced by the spinoffs), the humor leans so heavily on 1950s gender expectations that it’s hard to enjoy today.