Dark Phoenix

The spectacle is entertaining, up to a point, but even the digital wizardry wears thin, and Dark Phoenix turns into a standard-brand miasma of explosions, collisions and swirling force fields.

Turner delivers a solid performance as a young woman coming to grips with an unknown force, and James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender maintain the frenemy bond we've grown to love.

A middlin' X-men effort that cheats the saga of its past, present and future, messing with the story-line in unacceptable ways. Plus, it looks big and cheap - but mostly cheap.

Outgunned on the action front by box-office rivals and too nervous to tell a more intimate story, Dark Phoenix leaves the franchise running on empty.

It's as if the writer-director [Simon Kinberg] is using a superhero movie to rediscover the roots of soap opera. His emphasis on everything Young about the franchise swamps everything that's Adult.

It felt terribly, terribly scrappy.

The music by Hans Zimmer is a huge improvement over the last several X-Men chapters.

The X-Men franchise limps to a conclusion with this lifeless entry that finds director Simon Kinberg in over his head.

What could've been a poignant, epic conclusion to a lengthy franchise ends up being an unmemorable spectacle that's a quick payday for those involved.

I'm fairly sure at some point I mumbled 'We get the point already!'