Review: A not-so-mighty 'Thor' sequel is painless but pointless
There are a few good things worth singling out in the otherwise not-very-good thing that is "Thor: Love and Thunder." First up are two large screaming goats, whose digitally amplified screeches are a comic gift that rarely stops giving. Christian Bale delivers a genuinely skin-crawling turn as a zombified villain named Gorr the God Butcher, who so closely resembles both Voldemort and "The Nun" that Warner Bros. might want to sue. And then there's the lovely, loony sight of Russell Crowe, gamely chasseing in a golden breastplate and white tutu as the Greek god Zeus. Are you not entertained?
Still, the best thing about the movie, as far as I can tell, is its running time. To the 60-plus-hours of theatrical content that have so far rolled off the
