I don’t know of a more elegant way to say this, guys: Deniz Gamze Ergüven’s new movie suuuuuuuuuucks. It gives me literally zero pleasure to call Kings, her interpretation of the events leading into and surrounding the 1992 L.A. riots that erupted after the acquittal of the officers guilty of beating Rodney King, one of the worst films I’ve seen all year, but there you have it. If there’s any explanation how Ergüven went from Mustang to this, I’d love to hear it. In the meantime, you’re going to have to hop over to Paste Magazine to absorb the blunt force trauma of the movie’s awfulness, though at least it’s softened by the excellence of my words.
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