After reading the synopsis of Challengers, I was very much expecting a movie about tennis. Challengers is very much not about tennis

Judge Dredd slaps on a codpiece, platform boots and some plastic shoulder pads, looking like a glum Gary Glitter unsure if he’s off to give a concert or play American football.

First Blood is a fave, Part II isn’t, although I’d still argue it’s a must see. The sleek, adrenalin-pumping original, in which Rambo only killed one man, even managed to flirt with plausibility on occasion, but the sequel turns him into a rightwing comic book superhero

Sylvester doesn’t write plot, Sylvester writes character, and it’s character that determines the ending.

If such a man also happens to love women, booze, and snorting a little cocaine in Vegas, who’s to argue?