Review of Terminal (2018) by Wayne K — 11 Jun 2018

Set in one of the mostly garishly coloured fictional worlds every seen on the cinema screen, Terminal might not be quite the style over substance nightmare that The Neon Demon was, but it certainly isn't a movie I'm going to be rushing back to anytime soon.

Margot Robbie is its strongest element, with a cheeky, sinister smile and a great grasp on the English accent. Unfortunately, the Writer/Director Vaughn Stein is obviously a big fan of both Guy Ritchie and Quentin Tarantino, and in an attempt to ape his heroes but being unable to choose which one, he's opted for both.

As a result, the film is a convoluted mess of too many conflicted chefs screaming into the broth. We get the Tarantino rambling dialogue and the Ritchie gangster talk slammed together, all drowned in bright, oversaturated colours.

It doesn't really have a story until the end, where it becomes a revenge flick out of nowhere, with a twist which is admittedly clever but still not very impactful. It's nice to see Mike Myers back on the screen and playing drastically against type, but the rest of the cast are hit and miss and despite all the chatter, it really has very little to say, all things considered.

It's little wonder that no one really talks about it.