Lucky Day at times feels like Tarantino-lite which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but much of this thin plot doesn’t quite work, although I did like Crispin Glover’s crazy performance that almost makes this worthy of a rental.
Point Break just might be the most pointless remake yet (Total Recall is a close second) with uninspiring performances, save maybe for Ray Winstone’s limited role, including Luke Bracey as such a bland main character, even the more reliable Edgar Ramirez did little for me as the charismatic villain.
The Best of Me is the typical Nicholas Sparks tripe that was permissible in his earlier adaptations (still like The Notebook in spite of a few flaws) and now we get the template and a predictable story capped off with a chuckle-worthy conclusion which only had me cursing at the screen.
The November Man doesn’t really bring anything new to the genre and is more in line with the Bourne franchise with both grit and geopolitics centric to their respective stories. But what makes this stand out is finally seeing Pierce Brosnan returning to form and kicking ass instead of, you know, singing…