Can you guess what my favorite film critic, Steven Greydanus, is writing about here?
Too much feels haphazard. Stuff happens, and later other stuff happens, and in between there’s a lot of moody standing around and angst and stuff. There’s very little action or spectacle — a couple of chase scenes, a couple of showdowns, and not much more. What’s more, where the first chase involves seven parallel chases, the story only follows [its central character] — which means that [a] major supporting character dies offscreen. He deserved better.
Here’s more…
I always wished the earlier movies had more room for the characters to breathe and interact. Now, with the direness of the situation looming over them, they’re as constrained in inaction as in the perpetual motion of previous outings. With few respites … our three heroes are so mopey that we can’t really enjoy them any more than they’re enjoying themselves or one another.
But the really damning statement is this:
With all the standing around agonizing about who loves who, I kept feeling I should be watching the penultimate Twilight movie instead of [this one]…