And quick cuts designed to hide much of this disaster from the audience. Also Alan Rickman’s voice, which actually might work as a weapon.
This 30-second trailer is just incomprehensible. It’s got a soundtrack that I’m pretty sure came from a film about industrial life in the 30s, a semi-steampunk aesthetic best imbued by Sacha Baron Cohen (of course he looks ridiculous), and a miserably kinetic pace that does neither action nor humor any good. I feel like I just experienced a sleep-deprived person’s caffeine crash. You know, where everything seems like a good idea when it’s spit out at a million miles a minute while simultaneously slipping into semi-unconsciousness every few seconds?
I cannot believe this is going to be Alan Rickman’s last film.
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