Cory Martin

I had high hopes for The Gorge, I really did. It started out with promise—intrigue, mystery, a little spark of something special. But then, oh, then—it took a turn. Not a sharp, unexpected turn, mind you, but the kind you see coming a mile away, the kind that makes you sigh and settle in because you already know where it’s headed. What could have been something fresh and interesting instead went rolling down the well-worn road of the derivative, the predictable, the grand old clichés of action flicks past. It’s not that it was bad, exactly—just disappointing, like biting into a pie that looks homemade but turns out to be from the freezer section. You eat it, sure, but you know it could have been so much better.