It’s like London Has Fallen knows me, knows how to get into my head, knows exactly how to worm its way directly into the core of my ugly, irresponsible heart. Even with something as innocent as a TV spot, it manages to splurge on curse words and multiple stabbings:
I think London Has Fallen knows exactly what we want from it. If not, its marketing certainly does. This is basically Donald Trump: The Movie. Feel privileged. We are less than a week away from perhaps the second greatest film ever made.