Peyton Reed’s Ant-Man

Ant-Man is a fun, serviceable but ultimately forgettable film, forever at risk of collapsing from too much thought on its wobbly narrative. Case in point: towards the end, Michael Douglas's Hank Pym catches his daughter, Evangeline Lily as Hope, kissing Paul Rudd's Scott Lang. "When did this start?" asks Pym. Good question, I thought, because there'd been no setup, no sexual tension, no romantic back-and-forth. The kiss is a moment apparently in the script because someone thought they should be kissing at that point. It doesn't make a lick of sense and has no consequences anyway. Such is Peyton Reed's Ant-Man. →