Anne dreamed of meeting Alfred Hitchcock during his visit to Switzerland, but the famous director has already left. Her fiancé, Jean, is completely broke. The young couple then resorts to a scam to pay for their vacation. Anne drops her worthless necklace at the feet of Monsieur Georges, who accidentally steps on it. To make amends, Georges invites her to his room. Anne receives a diamond necklace, but Georges becomes too pushy, and Anne ends up fleeing with the piece of jewelry…Georges then gives chase to Jean and Anne's 2 CV. The two fiancés decide to meet up in Lucerne and split up. Anne gets a lift from Bob, a Dutchman driving a sports car. She tells him that Georges, who is still pursuing her, is a human trafficker. Bob offers to drop Anne off in Rotterdam…
Overall, “Dark Fate” is a run-of-the-mill flick. Together, Reyes and Davis have excellent chemistry, but their characters’ story is nothing new, lacking surprise and deep emotion. During the middle points, the film drags considerably, and when the action hits, it feels consistently tight, eliminating the rhythm and fluidity of conflicts.
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Him is visually stunning—all concrete cathedrals and bone-rattling impact shots that look like a nightmare highlight reel. Marlon Wayans is magnetic as this legendary quarterback who's basically selling salvation with a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. But the story keeps running in circles: more tests, more cryptic pep talks, more ritualistic drills. The sports-as-religion metaphor beats you over the head when subtlety would've been more effective. The middle drags, and that finale chooses spectacle over substance. It's undeniably stylish, but left me cold. Also worth noting: despite the Monkeypaw connection, this isn't actually a Jordan Peele film—he didn't write or direct.
The more biting satire is reserved for those on top of the power structure, such as the police, while those occupying lower levels are given more nuance and likability, even if they operate on the wrong side of the law. This principle gives Deep Cover its heart.
