Owen Myers

Even as the plot becomes increasingly ridiculous, ample bangs and explosions ensure that the nearly two-hour runtime doesn’t totally drag. The best you can offer Masterplan is faint praise: it could breeze by as company to your Sunday night takeout even if you will struggle to remember it a week later.

Club Kid is a riot. I can’t think of one visual gag or scripted quip in the picture that doesn’t land.

I couldn’t help but crave a leaner, meaner version of this movie. Despite some genuinely chilling moments, Artificial shows the limits of holding up a mirror to the world.