Edwin Heaven

It was like being poked in the eye with a sharp stick. A “cinematic” lobotomy. A waste of time, money and Advil. If someone suggests seeing this movie, unfriend, divorce, omit from will. In the world of big lies, this is one of the biggest. A five-star flick? Ha! It’s hardly a one-star. (You’ll wish there was a no-star button.) It’s equivalent to banging your head against a brick wall for two hours while having your pocket picked. In other words, it’s a stinker.

It was like being poked in the eye with a sharp stick. A “cinematic” lobotomy. A waste of time, money and Advil. If someone suggests seeing this movie, unfriend, divorce, omit from will. In the world of big lies, this is one of the biggest. A five-star flick? Ha! It’s hardly a one-star. (You’ll wish there was a no-star button.) It’s equivalent to banging your head against a brick wall for two hours while having your pocket picked. In other words, it’s a stinker.

Guy Ritchie’s masterpiece. Twists and turns galore. A funny, flawless, flabbergasting cinematic work of art.

By far, one of the year’s best! If not THE best! Anya Taylor-Joy is exactly that—a joy! Add to that a great cast, inventive camerawork, “pitch perfect” editing, fab 60’s soundtrack and the usual brilliance of writer-director Scott Frank (Ungodly) and it’s impossible not to binge. Whether you’re into chess or not, it matters little. This is the personification of riveting, top quality entertainment.

Grabs you by the heart, punches you in the gut, makes you glad all over. A must-see. Jonah, you’re one helluva director.