The cynic in me says this whole movie was about getting to the post-credits sequence.

That part of me that seeks some escapism enjoyed the high-resolution, inspired CGI.

Being as mature as my liver biopsy would attest to, I enjoyed the dynamics between Eddie, his former flame and her new beau, as well as the potential problems for the villain and his love interest. The mini subplot involving PTSD was also authentic.

I wanted more but didn't expect it so I walked away not unhappy.

I hope that Hardy and co-writer, Marcel, are given an opportunity for a solid piece of cinema in their next endeavour.

I've been instructed that my review is too short. I don't think it is but I'll keep typing anyways.

That seems to have done the trick.