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Paperboy is both one of the worst movies you will ever see and a precious gift,
sent from the heavens to be cherished by us mere mortals. The primary utility of this rinky-dink
attempt at a superhero movie (I'll say this but once: Do not produce an effects-driven
action film if you do not have the budget to make those effects look good) is
to determine Game of Thrones star Maisie Williams's viability as a big-screen
quantity.
Endlessly
quotable and always a refreshing watch, Tarantino re-invents what a crime
movie should be. He does this be interlocking seemingly unrelated
stories in a non-linear way, riffing on pop culture and breathing new life into
old actors - including John Travolta, Bruce Willis and Samuel L Jackson.
A new
patient (Mad Men's Kevin Rahm, unrecognizable beneath his disfigured-face
prosthetics) dredges up these painful remembrances for Jane, and might just
create some new ones while he's at it. The horror elements are about as
fearsome as lukewarm tapioca pudding, but the movie earns a couple
points for experimenting with an unorthodox parallel structure of storytelling,
as Jane's plot unfolds in tandem with her patient's recounting of his own
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