Bumblebee has a lot going for it, but the most important aspect is its heart. It never feels like a cheap, toy-pushing cash grab, and even if it follows a proven formula, it respects itself and its audience.
The visual aspects of the film manage to function as its best friend and also its worst enemy, at times.
Gibson directs this with grace and care, proving that while his character can certainly be questioned, his artistic sensibilities in the director's chair cannot.
File this under "Why Didn't I See This In The Theater?!"
What an awesome surprise this turned out to be. This feels so out of place in 2018, but in the very best way possible.
No matter how old he gets, or how many films he makes, Martin Scorsese treats everything he does with the utmost love and care.
It's stunning, at times, and quite the achievement. But it's Spielberg, and at this point that's a baseline expectation.
The title is no accident. Hank is looking for a tool to help him survive. He needs a lot of things: a friend, a vehicle, a resource, a power tool, a rifle...he finds all of this and more in a (talking) corpse he has named Manny.
Yep. It's Cast Away meets Weekend at Bernie's.