Oh, folks, those heroes in a half-shell are at it again! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, let me tell ya, it’s like putting on an old pair of slippers — surprisingly comfortable, even if the style might be a bit outdated. As the guys twirl their nunchucks and gobble up pizza, it’s nostalgic yet a bit predictable. You almost want to shout, “Come on, dudes, pick up some sushi for once!” But honestly, wouldn’t you secretly miss the pizza?
This flick, while jam-packed with action and snappy banter, made me feel like a kid again. You know, the kind when I first borrowed my dad’s VHS player on a Friday night in Värmland. What a time! My brother and I used to debate whether we’d be Leonardo or Michelangelo. Spoiler: I have a thing for blue bandanas and bossy attitudes, just saying.
But the movie, gosh, it sometimes feels like they’ve thrown in every CGI gimmick known to man. And maybe, just maybe, the nostalgia can’t mask everything. The plot? Eh, a bit like grandma’s old sock knitting, loose ends here and there. And Splinter, our wise rat mentor, sounds like he’s been attending meditation classes in Gullmarsplan — too zen, even for a rodent.
Still, there’s a weird, quirky charm. I laughed out loud during a ridiculous fight sequence that defied physics. Realism? Nah, who needs it when you’ve got turtles with teen angst? But as entertaining it is, I reckon one should embrace a dose of suspension of disbelief, especially when a turtle drives like a pro in their underground lair.
Jump into this shell-shocked ride and let your inner 10-year-old run wild. Just remember, every once in a while, life needs some ninja absurdity.
