Another year, another reboot of a franchise we thought we were done with.
Yet in spite of its worser instincts, Lara’s return to the big screen didn’t make me wanna sleep and never wake up, unlike The Mummy.
Allow me to elaborate.
Here’s a couple of movies that don’t belong in a museum.
The two mediocre tastes that taste horrific together.
In other words, business as usual.
Its like The Cloverfield Paradox, but somehow not nearly as dumb, despite being about wrestling.
What a time to be alive.