Poor poor Onyx
Every aspect of this movie was fine except the main character's voice and mannerisms which can be described as a mashup of Zach Galifianakis, Ernest P Worrell (Jim Varney), a 50s radio announcer, and a prepubescent boy. Then take all of that and imagine they are all on speed.
With that comparison in mind it is just as chaotic, breathless, annoying, and ineffective as you would imagine.
Further emphasizing the worst part of this movie are the legitimately enjoyable performances of EVERYONE OTHER THAN ONYX. The plot, editing, music, writing, and campy vfx are all fun and for the most part work.
If it weren't for the dogged attempts by Andrew Bowser to outdo himself on every scene this would have been so much better, maybe even great.
John Bradley would have nailed it, just saying.
With that comparison in mind it is just as chaotic, breathless, annoying, and ineffective as you would imagine.
Further emphasizing the worst part of this movie are the legitimately enjoyable performances of EVERYONE OTHER THAN ONYX. The plot, editing, music, writing, and campy vfx are all fun and for the most part work.
If it weren't for the dogged attempts by Andrew Bowser to outdo himself on every scene this would have been so much better, maybe even great.
John Bradley would have nailed it, just saying.
- seanguerreso
- Sep 3, 2024