He must be the evil genius. After all, he has your little white dog.
Black is white in Game Night (2018). If you’re playing charades, then don’t misbelieve. But if the older, far more successful brother in the sweet Stingray Corvette shows up, watch out, because, well,
Denzel isn’t Denzel.
And, no, those two won’t be getting together. So much for that traditional story trope. Part of the charm of this movie is its recognition and playful destruction of certain story tropes which were designed to bring surprise to a plot, but have, through repeated use, become decayed zombies, a form of drearily predictable and, often, non-functional barnacles on a plot.
Which is not to say this is a particularly memorable story. It is more a light bit of enjoyable fluff, the Oreo of movies, a sweet pair of cookies filled with some marshmallow fluff. It delights for the moment, but in the next moment it’s gone, forgotten in the hurly burly of the day. Did I have any Oreos today? Why, I can’t remember, for it did nothing of real note.
Except make me laugh out loud.
