Two and a half hours of Wonder Woman frowning. I love campy 1980s nostalgia but it wasn't enough to save this mess. Tedious overlong opening, illogical plot points and character motivations, sparse uninspired action and some real questionable issues of consent.
The first act is brilliantly tense with a realistic, palpable sense of dread. The rest of it is a by-the-numbers chase thriller punctuated by bland chapter headings which break the tension and, in one case, act as a spoiler. Why doesn't he bring his spade back to the car?
You hope for more imaginative sleuthing from a Holmes film, the plot is too heavily signposted and the fourth wall breaks are engaging and fun when subtle, but are sometimes in your face like nauseating children's television. Overall, though, the strong writing and captivating performances by everyone make this far more enjoyable than I had expected.
It was worth the superman mustache fiasco to have Cavill here. Exciting, pacy and cohesive, with some of Tom's best gratuitous running to date, although I find myself looking forward to the day we get surprised by there actually not being an inside traitor in a Mission Impossible film.
The first half sags a little as Abrams tries to inject heart into the series instead of the usual whistlestop race between set-pieces but Philip Seymour Hoffman's villain is legitimately menacing. Formula checklist: gratuitous running, being disavowed, an IMF traitor and hanging splayed from a wire mere inches from the ground. It's all here, again.
Who knew cars explode so easily? Tom's smugness here is dialed up so high that even the most tolerant may feel nauseous and John Woo shows flair both for making things over-the-top and drearily dull at the same time.