“Ender’s Game” is a would-be epic, with a crippling dearth of originality. It’s telling that the film creates whole new worlds, and a race of new alien invaders, but fails to come up with a single memorable image.
Check Mully and Mark Grote’s Harrison Ford impressions.
“The Godfather II,” it was not. Were it, the Blackhawks would have ended up in another parade, showing off hardware and long playoff beards, wearing big sunglasses over sleepless eyes as they drunkenly freestyle-rapped inane lyrics to a sea of red-clad celebrants.