This review won't wear well with time. Reviewers often seem to've seen some completely different movie than whichever one we've seen. Rarely, though, does one see a reviewer fail to get a movie so completely that they'd have the arrogance to step in front of a train like this guy does. Maybe when I was failing to get the times table as a kid I should've claimed "giant plothole, no new romances, no hope." It's not Proust, it's a capeshit tentpole. It's not like anyone asked the reviewer here to do long division in Roman numerals.