So if you were one of the people who stuck with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. from the beginning, you should be patting yourselves on the back right about now.
On the plus side, when it was good, it was really good. Unfortunately it also meandered around, wasted a lot of time, and fell back on a couple of what are becoming standardized Strain clichés.
There’s a sense of tragic loss underlying nearly every scene that’s compounded by questions of culpability and guilt that builds right up to the rolling of the credits.
What Steere, Gouldsberry, and editor Steve Burgess have put together here, with the invaluable help of Willet, is one of the best independent horror films of the past few years.
I really didn’t expect a cartoon marketed for little girls about ponies would be something a cynical, sarcastic, vaguely paranoid and hostile 40-something man who is prone to depression would enjoy.
The way the long shots emphasized the oppressive, low-hanging clouds was a stark contrast to the fluffy clouds and blue sky representing freedom. Doom is coming.
Snipes was arguably the most well-received actor cast for a role in a Marvel project since Bill Bixby and Lou Ferrigno played David Banner and the Hulk on TV.
