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‘Marty Supreme’ review: Chalamet’s powerful treatise on ego is not to be misssed

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Part of the beauty of art is its ability to circumvent the normal rules of society. Who would want to spend an evening with some of the most unpleasant people on the planet? In real life, the thought of such an expenditure would be preposterous. Marty Supreme certainly offers a compelling case for the contrary.

The narrative follows Marty Mauser (Timothée Chalamet), a talented but arrogant table tennis player, trying to make a name for himself in 1952, long before the sport achieved even a semblance of mainstream popularity (Table tennis wasn’t added to the Olympics until 1988). Unfilled with his job as a shoe salesman at his uncle’s store, he robs the safe to fund his travel to London for the British Open.

While in London, Marty lets his ego do most of the talking. He angers the head of the International Table Tennis Association (Pico Iyer) by complaining about the shabby player accommodations, choosing instead to stay in an extravagant suite at the Ritz Hotel. Rather than prepare for the tournament, Marty chases after Kay Stone (Gweneth Paltrow), a retired actress and wife of Milton Rockwell (Kevin O’Leary), a pen tycoon. Rockwell takes an interest in the sport after Marty loses the British Open to a Japanese phenom.

Marty Supreme is director Josh Safdie’s first film without his brother since 2008’s highly underrated The Pleasure of Being Robbed. Safdie’s command of pacing is quite exceptional, building up dramatic tension with the pizazz and precision of a high-octane ping pong match, aided greatly by a synth-heavy score from Daniel Lopatin. Few films that carry a hefty 150-minute runtime flow with such ease.

Safdie strikes gold again with his trademark casting of non-actors. Kevin O’Leary, best known for his appearances on Shark Tank and Fox News, puts forth a compelling effort as Rockwell. O’Leary doesn’t quite disappear his role in the same way as Kevin Garnett in Uncut Gems, but Mr. Wonderful exudes sleaze on just the right level, holding his own against Chalamet and Paltrow.

Chalamet delivers what could very end up being a career-defining performance. Marty is so transparently full of himself, but Chalamet’s charm offensive is quite contagious. The character is most sympathetic when looking out for Rachel (Odessa A’zion), his married childhood friend who became pregnant as a result of their affair, but Safdie never tries to get his audience to feel for Marty. There is nothing admirable about his antics, no reason to root for him beyond the pleasant aroma from the vapors of his charisma.

What’s so delightful about Safdie’s storytelling is the way he presents a man, so consumed by his own greatness, without expecting anyone to buy into his crap. No one took ping pong seriously in 1952. Even today, it’s hardly the kind of sport whose top stars sleep in presidential suites and sit down to dinner with Hollywood A-Listers.

Our world is full of billionaire men who think they can change the world with a snap of a finger. Last year, Elon Musk walked into the federal government with nothing more than a chainsaw. The world’s richest man came with no plan, and left Washington having accomplished nothing besides a colossal headache that will take years to correct.

Marty Mauser has a lot of raw talent. He is quite clever. Somewhere along the way, he became convinced that the Meidas Touch was all that mattered. Talent only takes you so far.

Safdie manages to craft a narrative that provides plenty of thrills, even if you’re not terribly invested in Marty’s fate. He doesn’t quite stick the landing, a bit of an unsatisfying come down after a two and a half hour high. Fans of Uncut Gems may be disappointed by the sheer amount of familiar notes within Marty Supreme’s rhythm.

Egomaniacs rarely contemplate the limits of their own genius. Men like Musk are not solely driven by their bank accounts, but also through the adulation of their admirers. Marty would be a lot better off if he’d spent more time honing his own talent instead of incessantly trying to convince the rest of the world that he’s “Hitler’s worst nightmare.”

He is a nightmare, yes. Safdie’s frantic film plays out a lot like an elite game of ping pong, impressive to those who otherwise couldn’t care less about the sport. That’s the thing about ego. When you’re completely high on yourself, you think you’re all that matters, even while the rest of the world laughs at you and your silly sport.

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January 2026

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‘Avatar: Fire and Ash’ review: Cameron finally proves his critics right with this dull slop

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The Avatar franchise is often referred to as the most culturally irrelevant billion-dollar franchise. James Cameron directed three of the four highest-grossing movies of all time. Does it really matter if you don’t see tons of kids trick-or-treating as forgettable scantily clad blue aliens?

Cinema-obsessed philosophers can pontificate what it means for society that billion billion-dollar film contains a bunch of characters with forgettable names, a plot that resembles the love child of Ferngully and Dances With Wolves, and draws out little emotion from its audience when the credits roll besides relief that they can finally use the bathroom. None of that really has to matter. All we should really care about concerning Avatar: Fire and Ash, the third film in the franchise, is one simple question. Is this film any good?

Fire and Ash picks up right where The Way of Water left off. Jake Sully (Sam Worthington) and Neytiri (Zoë Saldana) are still mourning their son’s death. Jake grows worried that Spider (Jake Campion), the human son of Quadritch (Stephen Lang), who was human in the first film before being resurrected as a Na’vi Recombinant, can’t survive in their environment without his breathing mask. An effort to bring Spider to other humans is disrupted by the Mangkwan, a clan of exiled volcano-dwelling Na’Vi. The Mangkwan leader Varang (Oona Chaplin) allies with Lang and his human handlers, still after whale brain juice and colonizing the planet, to terrorize Sully and his family once again.

The Way of Water premiered thirteen years after its predecessor. Cameron’s second film on Pandora had a lot of natural goodwill going for it, the lengthy gap between installments serving as a natural palate cleanser. The Way of Water was chock-full of technological breakthroughs. Whatever shortcomings existed in its narrative were easily washed over by the breathtaking nature of the cinematography, underwater special effects that had never been done before.

Fire and Ash comes just three years after The Way of Water. Pandora is still a beautiful place, with some of the best special effects in the industry, but it’s not a new place. We’ve been here before.

Complicating matters even worse is the fact that we’ve seen this story before. Fire and Ash is essentially a mash-up of the first two movies. Viewers are once again treated to a giant battle over colonization.

Fire and Ash struggles to overcome the clunky child custody case at the core of its narrative, a story otherwise content with playing a medley of Pandora’s greatest hits. Spider’s arc follows a lot of the same beats as Sully’s journey in the original Avatar. He’s a human who wants to be Na’Vi, caught between a biological father who is now a Na’Vi, and an adoptive Na’Vi father who was once human. To complicate matters worse, Cameron throws in a parallel to the Binding of Issac that seriously undercuts Sully as a character.

The Way of Water spent a lot of time building out Sully’s family, and the water-based Metkayina people. Putting aside the cliches, their family and their world felt alive, something worth the three-hour-plus investment that these films ask of their audiences. Fire and Ash doesn’t really care much about any of that development. The ball isn’t moved forward so much as it’s punted into the ocean.

Instead, we get a lot of repetitive scenes and clunky exposition. The idea of the Mangkwan is mildly interesting, but Cameron does nothing with them. Varang is a one-dimensional secondary villain in a film content to reuse the same big bad for the third movie in a row.

Aside from the heavy emphasis on Spider, the kids play second fiddle this time around. Lo’ak (Britain Dalton), Jake’s surviving son, gets barely any arc. Kiri (Sigourney Weaver) is still weird, a dynamic that isn’t exactly helped by having a 76-year-old woman play a teenager. Avatar has a lot of characters with confusing names, but Fire and Ash doesn’t give many reasons to care about a single one of them.

James Cameron has made at least two of the greatest sequels of all time, in Aliens and Terminator 2. The Way of Water defied all the naysayers who looked to the whole franchise with a collective shrug. Sadly, that appears to be the very same energy Cameron brought with him into Fire and Ash.

197 minutes is quite a long time for most audiences to stay engaged. Fire and Ash’s similarly long predecessor managed to circumvent this dilemma quite well with its strong pacing that still found time to embrace the quiet moments of its narrative. Here, Cameron hasn’t done enough legwork to keep things running smoothly. It’s too easy for the mind to wander amidst a film that’s largely running on autopilot.

Fire and Ash isn’t a terrible film, though easily Cameron’s worst since Piranha 2, his directorial debut that he mostly disavows. In some ways, it’s something worse, a validation of everything that’s been said about the Avatar franchise. Not every movie needs to be a cultural behemoth. Our society is essentially moving on from any strand of a collective consciousness as it is.

But a movie does need to give its viewers some semblance of satisfaction for having made the investment. A lot of time and money went into making this complete bore. For decades, Cameron’s films have wowed audiences around the globe. Sadly, there’s nothing new here.

 

Wednesday

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December 2025

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Frosty’s Winter Wonderland

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We are back in the Rankin/Bass cinematic universe for the first Frosty sequel, Frosty’s Winter Wonderland. Essentially just a riff on Bride of Frankenstein, the special has next to no plot. Jack Frost makes his first Rankin/Bass appearance, decidedly at odds with his next two appearances in Rudolph and Frosty’s Christmas in July and Jack Frost, but when has Rankin/Bass ever cared about continuity? Ian tries to make sense of the chaos.

This will be our final holiday episode for 2025! Be sure to check out all our other holiday episodes. Happy Holidays everyone!

Tuesday

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December 2025

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Cricket on the Hearth

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We are back in the Rankin/Bass cinematic universe with the Cricket on the Hearth. One of the earliest specials in their canon, Cricket is a bit of a mess. The animation is somewhat solid, but the characters are a bunch of morons and the music is awful. What else is new?

This special is pretty awful and should be avoided by everyone other than Rankin/Bass completionists. No wonder it’s taken us this long to cover it! Watch at your own risk. 

Monday

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December 2025

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Holiday Podcast Coverage featuring Rankin/Bass and the Muppets

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What’s Christmas without a bunch of cringe stop-motion specials from the 70s? We at Estradiol Illusions love to spend too much time over-analyzing popular culture, especially problematic Christmas specials. The holiday season is one of our favorite times to take a pause and unpack this bizarre genre of filmmaking.

We’ve organized a collection of our holiday episodes for your easy listening pleasure. Estradiol Illusions is available wherever you get your podcasts, including Apple, Spotify, and Google. The Spotify collection has been neatly collected into a playlist. The external links are for Apple. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Rankin/Bass

The Year Without a Santa Claus

Rudolph: A Transgender Perspective (our first Rudolph episode, recorded before we established the house Rankin/Bass format.)

Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town 

Rudolph’s Shiny New Year

Pinocchio’s Christmas

The First Christmas: The Story of the First Christmas Snow

Nestor the Long-Eared Christmas Donkey

Jack Frost

The Lift and Adventures of Santa Claus

The Little Drummer Boy

A Miser Brother’s Christmas (technically just inspired by Rankin/Bass as a sequel to The Year Without a Santa Claus)

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

The Little Drummer Boy, Book II

Rudolph & Frosty’s Christmas in July

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (our second Rudolph episode, more in line with the rest of the series)

The Leprechaun’s Christmas Gold

Frosty the Snowman

The Muppets

The Muppet Christmas Carol

It’s a Very Merry Muppet Christmas Movie

A Muppet Christmas: Letters to Santa

 

The Rest

A Charlie Brown Christmas (mostly about Ian’s breakup)

Thomas’ Snowy Surprise 

Archie Kao – Christmas at the Ranch

The Small One

Miracle on 34th Street (covers both films)

The Snowman

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December 2025

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Frosty the Snowman

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We’re back in the Rankin/Bass cinematic universe. Ian covers the classic Frosty the Snowman, the most normal of the hand-drawn animated holiday specials. Ian unpacks Professor Hinkle’s villainy, and the beauty of Frosty’s existential musings. Hinkle’s tracking abilities don’t make a lot of sense, but at least we have a Santa Claus who isn’t completely worthless for once.

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December 2025

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The Leprechaun’s Christmas Gold

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Ever wonder what a St. Patrick’s Day special would look like if it suddenly became a Christmas show?

The Leprechaun’s Christmas Gold is easily the worst stop-motion Rankin/Bass Christmas special, twenty-four minutes of nonsense with practically no redeeming qualities. Ian does not recommend this show at all, but we at Estradiol Illusions are nothing if not Rankin/Bass completionists.

Watch this garbage at your own risk! We tried to do it justice on the pod. We’re sorry that any of this exists.

Tuesday

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December 2025

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Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

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Our Christmas coverage begins! Ian revisits the 1964 special Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer for an episode that’s more stylistically in line with our Rankin/Bass episodes than the first one we did in 2020.

Ian still has a lot of complex feelings about this special, namely it’s Axis of Awful (Santa, Donner, and Coach Comet). It’s definitely problematic, but there’s a reason people love this one so much.

Be sure to check out all of EI’s Rankin/Bass holiday episodes. 

EI’s original Rudolph episode: https://ianthomasmalone.podbean.com/e/rudolph-a-transgender-perspective/

Ian’s original Rudolph article: https://ianthomasmalone.com/2017/12/a-transgender-perspective-on-rudolph-the-red-nosed-reindeer/

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November 2025

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‘Predator: Badlands’ review: a very solid, safe entry in the long-running franchise

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Academic research is often described as carving a new niche between two thoroughly explored subjects. Outside of medicine, the sciences, and a few other fields, people who arrive to grad school looking to break ground in the wild west are frequently met with disappointment, instead expected to cater to the norm. Conformity takes a lot of fun out of the whole adventure.

Hollywood functions in much the same way, especially toward its long-running franchises. Filmmakers are not supposed to reinvent the wheel so much as give their audiences a slightly fresh perspective on the wheel they already know and love. Director Dan Trachtenberg found that sweet spot with 2022’s Prey, a delightfully unique perspective on the Predator franchise, quite a feat for the seventh entry in the series (counting the two Alien vs. Predator films).

After directing the animated feature Predator: Killer of Killers, which was released this past June, Trachtenberg returns for his third go-around with Predator: Badlands, a film that flips the original concept. Once the big bad, the titular Yautja are now the protagonists.

Badlands follows Dek (Dimitrius Schuster-Koloamatangi), the runt of his clan. Weakness is not exactly tolerated among predators, but Dek’s older brother Kwei (Mike Homik) shows some rare mercy toward his sibling, angering their father Njohrr (Reuben de Jong). After Kwei refuses his father’s orders to kill Dek, Njohrr executes him instead. Desperate to prove he belongs in his clan, Dek travels to the “death planet” Genna to kill the fearsome Kalisk.

Once on the inhospitable planet, Dek meets Thia (Elle Fanning), an android from the Weyland-Yutani corporation (who make all the synthetics in the Alien franchise), who’s missing her bottom half. Thia also misses her sister Tessa (also Fanning), the leader of the synth team dispatched to Genna, also hunting the Kalisk. Despite his species’ inclination for solitude, Dek teams up with the non-person to hunt his prey, dreaming of revenge against his father.

Trachtenberg frequently demonstrates his deep comprehension of the franchise. Clocking in at 107-minutes, the narrative moves briskly through its paint-by-numbers plot. The pacing is quite strong, if not a little formulaic.

 Schuster-Koloamatangi walks a fine line with Dek quite well. Badlands is the first Predator film to earn a PG-13 rating. The lack of gore and extreme violence does come with some unnecessary cutesy antics, but Dek is a relatable protagonist. The film doesn’t go for full Terminator 2 cartoonish antics for its villain-turned-lead.

Fanning is the real core of the film, carving a niche for Thia that’s quite different from the synths who have come before in previous Alien films. Found family is predictably a major theme of the narrative. Badlands has zero human characters, though the film can’t really help but filter its musings on identity through a distinctly human lens.

It’s hard not to be won over by Fanning’s relentless sense of earnestness. The film isn’t afraid to wear its emotions on its sleeve. Much like its synths, there is a perpetual sense of artificialness to the narrative’s sense of heart. Trachtenberg is moving too quickly to give his work much of a chance to breathe.

The action work is quite strong, particularly in the first two acts. Trachtenberg blends practical effects and CGI quite well. Things come a little undone in the third act. Everything is a bit too predictable. The final action sequences lack any real sense of suspense.

The film’s big issue is that Dek and Thia are both about 80% of fully fleshed out characters. They’re easy to bond with, not necessarily because of the work of the film, but because we’ve seen these types of characters before. Both actors put forth fine work, but the whole experience is a little too cookie-cutter.

Trachtenberg delivers a solid popcorn film, entertaining work that falls well short of what we know he’s capable of. One might have hoped he’d swing a little harder for the fences after the treat that was Prey. Instead, we’re left with something perfectly content to be aggressively fine. The lazy third act is essentially a metaphor for the whole film: just good enough.

Nobody necessarily expects greatness from a franchise eight films in. Prey delivered that, when no one expected it. As a series, Predator hasn’t exactly hit the high watermarks of its companion franchise, Alien, whose first two installments were directed by Ridley Scott and James Cameron at the top of their games.

 Badlands is a fun time. It’s an extremely competent film, an accolade that shouldn’t feel like an insult for a narrative that never once tried for greatness. The bar could have been raised after Prey. One can’t help but wonder why it wasn’t.

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October 2025

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‘Tron: Ares’ review: pathetic slop sprinkled with pretty visuals and a killer score

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The world of Tron is not exactly Shakespearean in nature, but Disney’s handling of its enigmatic science fiction franchise over the past forty years has been nothing shy of a tragedy. The Grid is such a delectable palette for creative storytelling, something that no filmmaker who’s touched the material has ever quite figured out. The same pattern emerges through the decades. Tron hits theaters, impresses with its visuals, bores with its plot, and makes just enough money that someone considers bringing it out of hibernation every few decades.

Tron: Ares tries to set itself apart from its predecessors, at least on the surface, with its preoccupation with the real world rather than The Grid. Fifteen years have passed since the events of Tron: Legacy. ENCOM is in a technology race with Dillinger Systems, founded by former ENCOM executive and original Tron tertiary villain Ed Dillinger. Dillinger Systems is now run by Ed’s grandson Julian (Evan Peters), who courts the military with his new Master Control Program (MCP), Ares (Jared Leto).

While Dillinger Systems and ENCOM are both capable of bringing their digital constructs into reality, essentially a reverse of the technology that sends humans to The Grid, neither can do so for longer than 29 minutes. New ENCOM CEO Eve Kim (Greta Lee) and her assistant Seth (Arturo Castro) travel to a remote Alaskan bunker once used by Kevin Flynn (Jeff Bridges) in search of the “permanence code” that would remove the 29-minute limitation.

Julian sends Ares and his second-in-command, Athena (Jodie Turner-Smith), to capture hacked ENCOM and capture Eve, in search of the permanence code. Along the way, Ares starts to develop a conscience, realizing that Dillinger Systems is the bad kind of capitalism, while ENCOM is the more benevolent corporation. Ares and Eve team up, escape the Dillinger version of the Grid, and try to learn a bit about humanity as they run around trying to evade Athena.

Ares spent about fifteen years in development, much of it as a direct sequel to Legacy, before being redeveloped around Leto’s character. The Legacy screenwriters, Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz, received a story credit for Ares. The finished product puts quite a bit of distance between itself and Legacy, while clinging hard to the original 1982 Tron.

Director Joachim Rønning is put in the untenable position of having to craft his own narrative that never really lets you forget it relies on Tron’s broader lore. Casual fans may not remember Dillinger much, but the constant references to the Flynn family do no favors to Ares’ bloated cast of cardboard human characters. Peters does a serviceable job as a generic evil billionaire, a bargain bin Lex Luthor.

Lee exists in this weird space where Eve is the lead human character, and basically the de facto protagonist. Ares is clearly meant to be Leto’s vehicle. Rønning provides some basic slivers of plot to try to endear his audience to Eve, but Lee is never really afforded a chance to make the character her own. It’s as if Disney realized that Legacy managed to stand upright without a particularly memorable lead performance from Garrett Hedlund as Sam Flynn, and decided that Eve similarly didn’t have to do much either.

Leto fully immerses himself in the role of a computer program desperate to be a real boy. He is a very believable soulless construct. He even has a few slivers of charm here and there, but the film suffers from an uneven point of view. This film is less Eve’s or Ares’ than a paint-by-numbers action flick capable of going through the motions, but never really making them feel alive.

Gillian Anderson is largely wasted in a supporting role as Julian’s mother Elisabeth. The rest of the supporting cast put forth an eager effort, but the film suffers from way too many characters. Turner-Smith is perhaps the one actor who seems to know this is supposed to be a Tron movie. Athena is a lot of fun.

Both Tron and Tron: Legacy suffered from uneven storytelling, requiring state-of-the-art visuals and stellar scores to carry their narratives. Rønning delivers the visuals. Ares is a beautiful sight to behold on the big screen. Nine Inch Nails put forth a superb musical effort that would almost justify Ares’ existence as an extended music video, paying homage to the ground trodden by Wendy Carlos and Daft Punk while carving out their own niche. The music is pretty much the only original thing Ares has going for it.

The film’s original sin is its preoccupation with the real world. People don’t wait decades to watch programs fight in cities. Tron’s real treasure is The Grid. Ares barely cares about The Grid.

If the screenwriters didn’t know how to tell a good story in The Grid, they’d hardly be the first. This is not a franchise known for its meaty plots. Ares had fifteen years to fix the narrative shortcomings of Legacy, a film that in spite of that gaping hole, and Hedlund’s forgettable lead performance, had plenty of things going for it. It’s frankly pathetic that this is what they came up with.

The result is indistinguishable from the AI it nominally critiques, empty slop poured into its audience’s feed trough. Rarely does a major blockbuster rely so heavily on its composers to add any semblance of creative expression to such a lifeless corpse. There are way too many scenes that drag for an action film that clocks in at just under two hours.

Even Bridges feels fairly checked out amidst the film’s finest sequence, well-executed nostalgia bait for diehards of the original Tron. There’s much more of The Dude in his performance than Flynn, which might be the right attitude to bring to this disaster. The third act is far too pleased to give its audience slivers of what would have been a far more interesting movie.

Tron has never been prestige art. Tron and Tron: Legacy are both deeply flawed narratives that succeeded due to the ample heart that went into both productions. Those films brought something new to the table. They had something to say.

Ares is often very pretty. The music is wonderful. Yet again, this franchise was let down by its screenwriters. It’s taken forty years to make three Tron movies. Maybe in another forty years, we’ll get one with a decent plot.