No.
Real shit.
No.
While technically a prequel, this Thing feels more like a superfluous rehash; its existence at all is unwarranted when compared to the far superior John Carpenter’s The Thing.
No.
Zoe Saldana’s talents as a femme fatale are squandered in this pedestrian actioner that does nothing that hasn’t been done before (and better).
No.
As with its predecessors, the truly horrific deaths are creative and fun but they are held together by laughable acting and a decade old storyline.
No.
Colin Farrell owns the screen when given the opportunity, but instead of playing to his strengths and focusing on suspense, the film spends too much time fixated on the zaniness that usually accompanies the last few minutes of a vampire flick.
No.
The bulk of the laughs (read: all) come from Bateman acting out Reynolds’ over-the-top persona… while the rest of the film fluctuates between painfully generic and melodramatic.
No.
The newest Transformers easily surpasses the atrocity that was its predecessor, but the novelty of the content has faded significantly, leaving behind nothing more than an overlong (albeit beautiful) tech demo.
No.
As a standalone piece of filmmaking, it is virtually without value; but it does serve the purpose of reminding you how much better some other superhero movies are.
No.
Because this movie uses not only the same characters in the same situation with the same plotting, but also uses many of the same jokes, it makes no compelling argument for its own existence.