Three Films Make A Post: From the Director of Plane

Mutiny (2026): After the promising and even attractive to look at Shelter, this year’s second Jason Statham vehicle devolves to the stage of Stat by numbers: bland action, directed blandly in bland colours in which a bland protagonist sleepwalks through what would be a complicated thriller plot if the script actually did sod all with its set-up.

Mostly, this is Statham and Annabelle Wallis sneaking their way across a ship, with the Stat occasionally killing somebody. The emotional stakes are zero, because nobody bothered to include any, and the action is extremely underwhelming. Well, at least its not an Ayers/Stallone MAGA joint.

Shake, Rattle & Roll: Evil Origins (2025): If an anthology is two and a half hours long, it should have a good reason for it. This entry into the revived Filipino series certainly has not, and would probably be at least mildly improved if each of the three tales of clichéd horror therein would have have needed to focus a bit instead of going on and on and on.

The film’s only clever idea is in the set-up – all three episodes are kinda-sorta connected, so that the future set final segment is the whole she-bang’s grand finale. Unfortunately, in practice the connections between the segments amount for very little, and unlike you’re aggressively in love with unfunny jokes and a bit of middling gore, there’s just nothing here. Certainly nothing that deserves the insane runtime.

Supergirl (2026): Unlike certain parts of the internet, I do not hate Craig Gillespie’s Supergirl. It is not a great adaptation of the specific comics this is based on, but as an outer space superhero film, it’s mostly good fun, including a couple of fine set-pieces and a couple of bland ones – unfortunately the bland ones are clustered in the climax – and two game leads in Milly Alcock and Eve Ridley.

I could have gone without the product placement of an AI-sloppy Lobo as played by a characteristically one-note Jason Momoa, and the film’s doubling down on its sources bloodthirsty in the grand American style, ending. Tom King does at least have the excuse to be a former CIA operative, so a moral backbone isn’t to be expected.

Still, it’s a decently entertaining film.