I was fine with Tom Cruise in Valkyrie because no one was attempting a German accent in that film, everyone just spoke with their natural voices.

I want to like it just because it has more energy then the painfully mediocre 3, but there's just too many comedy sidekicks and not enough of a script.

That would make sense, considering Hill was Silver's first big catch as a producer.

That explains why it has no plot, at least.

Hah!

The opening of Lethal Weapon 4 is only slightly less ridiculous then the opening of Jack Slater IV. It really comes off as a parody of Joel Sliver shiny schlock.

I actually enjoy 2 more then the first one, despite the plot making literally no sense.

Except it's ruined by the fact that you have two octogenarians fighting a physical-peak Jet Li and it's somehow supposed to make sense. The guy in the flame-thrower Iron Man suit from the opening made more sense then that, it just doesn't work because anyone with a brain can figure out the physical disparity. It's a…

To be fair, everything from In The Line of Fire was excellent.

Is it more or less weird then Norm MacDonald's 12-second cameo in "People vs Larry Flynt" as a reporter?

I will say that first one has the issue of Gibson being unable to hide his accent. He's a surprisingly Australian Vietnam vet.

That got Walter Hill in huge trouble, actually. The studio wanted a jokey Eddie Murphy comedy, and when he gave them a Walter Hill movie Paramount blacklisted him from their studio until the sequel.

The idea of a 2-hour home invasion movie sounds fucking ridiculous. That premise is built for the 90-minute in-and-out runtime, there's only so much you can squeeze out of a premise that by design requires a quick ticking-clock to keep the suspense.

As someone who survived a screening of Mr Right a couple months ago, I'll tell you it's basically impossible to go lower then Max Landis.

Eisenberg managed to come out as the only real survivor in the Great Sputtery Nebbish War of the mid-2000's, where every studio seemed to be looking for their own version of Michael Cera.

Isn't it the movie where the main villain has two hook hands for no discernible reason?

Bryan Cranston's Little Man

Only because they managed to cast an actor who's somehow more frail-looking then her as her husband, in David Straithern.

Everything surrounding Rowling's attempts to diversify her books has been horribly handled.

FUCK THE PO-LICEEEEEEEEEEE