65

The premise doesn't hold up to close scrutiny and the narrative can be jarringly slow-paced.

65 is a gruesome thing to watch, even for dinosaur lovers—and not much fun, either.

Driver gives a Driver-level performance and it’s a tight 90 minutes. And those two aspects alone are enough for a passable dino actioner.

65 is essentially a big-budget version of a simple, made-for-streaming creature feature, nothing more and nothing less.

The revelation that accompanies the title card for Scott Beck and Bryan Woods’ 65 all but demands a hearty guffaw, except this is a film that knows little of humor.

While there’s not enough outer space to call it an intergalactic odyssey and barely enough dino havoc, 65 has just the right amount of vigor to survive its relatively short runtime.

I can enjoy dad movies. It’s why I keep falling for Liam Neeson or Gerard Butler movies even though I really should have learned my lesson the last 65 times. But even a dad movie – scratch that, any movie – has to have a cohesive flow.

Writers and directors Scott Beck and Bryan Woods put a lot on the film’s shoulders. They got butts in the theater with the sci fi action premise, but the heart of the film is a thin, trite indie drama about grief and finding a reason to continue to live.

It was the worst of times, it was the end of times. For the characters anyway. Not as bad I had heard, 65 is improved by the performances and also the constant pummelling that pre-historic Earth doles out to poor old Mills. 


...a pared-down premise that’s employed to mostly compelling (and periodically spellbinding) effect...