Tin Soldier

Movie was and is a mess. I and others will better enjoy observing ants in their natural or artificial habit.

Movie needs help, what a mess. Budget probably went to Jamie Foxx's interview scene, 10min worth of work for 1mill.

How are these projects green lit. Lots of CGI, unfortunately not as much in script.

Movie feels like a chose your own adventure of slop.

Flashback scenes give the viewer the urge to flash themselves for greater entertainment, regardless of pro/con of self-flash.

Please use your time by donating energy to help the world and not on this mess of a movie. Pete Sampras would do better as a writer and/or director.

This latest entry in the "geezer teaser" cinematic universe is surprisingly competent-and still totally skippable. Foxx and De Niro actually show up more than just for the poster (a rarity!), but most of the heavy lifting is done by Scott Eastwood, who's... fine. He doesn't embarrass himself, which already makes him an MVP in this genre even if he lacks gravitas.

Instead of going full action schlock, Tin Soldier tries to get deep and psychological, which is bold for a movie with such poor editing. Because the emphasis is on the story and on the human angle rather than on schlocky action, my standards for the writing and acting were lifted. Unfortunately, it's here that the film really fails to deliver. The body count is low, the trauma is high, and Jamie Foxx plays a cult leader so unconvincing you'd wonder how he even got people to follow him on TikTok, let alone into armed rebellion. Foxx is loud and aggressive, but he's not seductive or persuasive the way he would need to be as a cult leader.

There are some cool visuals-Eastwood's inner torment gets the psychedelic treatment-but the writing stumbles hard. The movie wants to be about healing and identity, but forgot to make any of that feel earned. Foxx yells vague anti-government stuff, Eastwood broods, and at no point do you believe these two were ever in the same cult.

The film could have worked if we saw Eastwood grappling with his allegiance to the cult, and if a proper parallel had been made between letting go of the rage and anger resulting from his trauma and symbolically represented by Foxx and the cult. Instead, Eastwood is in opposition to the cult from the film's start, and we never really see him being swayed by anything Foxx says or conflicted about what to do. The ending feels completely unearned.

Shoutout to the final showdown, where the movie ditches reality altogether and swan-dives into Mad Max cosplay. Foxx rallies his cloak-wearing cult at a dam that looks like a Bond villain's Airbnb, and suddenly we're in Thunderdome territory! Eastwood and Foxx brawl in a literal arena, surrounded by fireballs and chanting dudes like it's post-apocalyptic Fight Club. Oh, and Eastwood planted a bomb with a big ol' timer. I probably would have enjoyed the whole film more if it had maintained this level of insanity throughout. Sigh!

In the end, it's too serious to be fun, and too sloppy to be serious. If you're looking for meaningful drama or mindless action, you'll come away disappointed.

A movie filled with a bunch of quazi-religious overtones with some sprinkled in semi-narcissistic half-baked para-bu(ll)shido made up sort-of-kinda japanese sounding titles/words and a whole slew of useless filters on top of slow-mo and a seemingly acid-tripping editor trying to bring his LSD-visions onto the screen between the dark scenes with blinking lights and WAY too many close-up shots jockeying back and forth between faces and people.

Story was bad and barely made sense, the actors were probably (?) doing their best and failing at it, leaving the result a mess of a movie, a waste of money and about an hour and 5 mins - as I FFWed several times to skip the most annoying scenes of grand-standing monologuing and preaching - of my life I'll never get back.

It had about NOTHING to do with PTSD besides mentioning it in passing and the best thing about this movie was the people behind the scenes that were paid to work on it. And I'm not counting the actors in front of the camera into the crew here.

This film is one of those examples for film students on how one should Not utilize flash backs as a substitute for terrible script writing.

Be prepared for 90% horrible flash backs and it's not brilliant like Memento and feels like Demento.

It's hard to believe considering this director did great films like The Infiltrator.

This film is a horrible attempt at dealing with a sensitive subject like ptsd but mixed it with a silly Jones cult story that is lost in translation and unfortunately does a hatchet job in both execution and editing that it ends up turning into a tossed messed up salad that makes one wonder if the writer and director suffer also from ptsd.

What a sad waste of top talent of Deniro whose lame character 6 mins is not justified and Scott Eastwood ( who seems to have a knack for picking lemons - even though he tries his best in this silly film), and the funniest best razzie of the year award is Jamie Foxx - starring as a cross of Carrot Head meets 70s Shaft with the worst hair wig ever.

This film is a thankfully only 75 minute disaster that if one removes the top cast it is a B film that Steven Siegel would be perfect except I read somewhere the budget was $39m so maybe it was a huge payday for Deniro and Jamie Fox.

Watch with low expectations

3 stars.

I watched this with a couple people but if alone wouldn't have bothered after 15 minutes. I guess I expected more with the sectors involved and director but wow this is not watchable. It's boring and everyone watching spent most of the time just playing around on their phones. Hollywood writers are nothing but disappointing most of the time these days and actors aren't even trying it seems. They just want a pay check. The plot was an ok premise but poor execution. The character development just didn't make sense and you didn't care about any of them. Hard choices easy life, easy choices hard life. It's not a hard choice not to watch this movie.