A Constant Visual Feast

“Glen Powell may have a movie star’s good looks, but they haven’t availed him much for as long as Hollywood’s tried to make him one. Maybe it’s true that movie stars don’t, or can’t, exist anymore; maybe jamming a square peg into a round hole is no kind of way to raise an actor into an icon. Either way, the industry’s impressive but Sisyphean attempts at convincing the American moviegoing public that Powell is indeed that rarest of things in post-2010s studio filmmaking, a bona fide star, aren’t paying off. He’s good. He’s also a man out of time. Just as the studio system balks at greenlighting projects based not on preexisting IP but original ideas, so too is it incapable of fashioning authentic stardom.”

I haven’t written off Glen Powell just yet, and neither should you. But Hollywood should also figure out how to use him, and fast, because he’s going to wear out his welcome at this rate before “stardom” is even a consideration. You can read my full review over at Pop Heist.