Uncharted

While Uncharted will never be a classic on par with Spielbergs original swashbuckling adventures, it does no dishonor to that tradition, and even manages to deliver a few unique thrills.

There's just not enough story that matters.

It's not that much of a movie, but a diversion. It's a big, dumb diversion; the best thing about it is that it serves as evidence that Tom Holland makes for a wonderful movie star.

It’s all mildly amusing, mildly exciting and entirely routine, just as you might expect from a director such as the reliably faceless Ruben Fleischer (Venom), who manages to go from one hit to the next without ever showing any particular talent.

For fans of each of treasure hunter Nathan Drakes incredibly convoluted adventures, this movie is likely going to feel like a bona fide disaster.

Uncharted is bland and disappointing without being outright disastrous.

Amidst the lukewarm broth of deepfakes and green screen that make for the main entertainment of this film, there are very few fun, memorable moments except for the most stupid ones, and we'd rather forget about those. [Full review in Spanish]

There's just enough that gleams here to be watchable. It's a film with a few shiny coins in its bag, rather than a whole bar, cavern or ship of riches.

Uncharted plays out like a very middle-of-the-road treasure hunt movie which emulates the likes of Indiana Jones and National Treasure and comes off as an uninventive re-tread.

There have been worse movies this year. Maybe even this month. But I'm not sure those are more unnecessary than this one.