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?

Scorsese’s first hit was also the first time he hooked up with De Niro. Lots of people see Mean Streets as an essential entry in their impressive partnership, but I think it would produce juicier fruit down the line. I hope you’re not gonna insist that makes me a mook. Cast: Keitel, De Niro, David…