The Running Man (2025) is directed by Edgar Wright, known for Baby Driver and Hot Fuzz, but this remake lacks the trademark charm, rhythm, and comedic punch that define his best work. The film feels noticeably muted, almost as if Wright was creatively restrained or intentionally holding back, resulting in a tone that is far more conventional than expected from him. The visual flair is still present, but the energy is dialed down and the humor is sparse, creating an experience that feels competent yet oddly subdued.
Glen Powell, known for Top Gun: Maverick and Anyone But You, leads the film well and brings his usual charisma to the role. He emotes effectively and fully commits to the character, but the makeup choices surrounding him occasionally distract and left me wondering what the creative team was trying to convey. Still, Powell carries the emotional beats and remains one of the film's strongest assets.
Josh Brolin, from No Country for Old Men and Dune, steps comfortably back into villain territory, reminding audiences why he is so often typecast in these roles. He brings weight and intimidation to the character, even when the script gives him only so much to work with. His presence elevates each scene he’s in.
Overall, The Running Man is solid but never reaches the potential of its director or cast. It feels restrained when it should feel bold. My wife loved it though. Result: B
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