Shreds pretty hard once you get past the first 30 or so minutes. To be fair, the extended intro is very clever, but also seems too self-concerned with being clever and playing around with the chronology, never really letting the movie take off until it just stops fucking around gets to the meat of its (very simplistic) buddy movie narrative between Harley and a little Chinatown pickpocket who probably has a priceless diamond in her lower intestine (don't ask). The real story here, though, is how well Cathy Yan acquits herself in the action department, as there are a few set pieces (including one baseball bat fight that seems like it was at least second unit directed by the 87eleven dudes) that just slay. Oh, and hook me up with whatever brand of poppers Ewan McGregor and Chris Messina were cracking every day on set, as they're just leaning into their colorful queer-coded villains, threatening to devour scenery whole as they cuss and cut the faces off their victims. I'm as surprised as anyone that I like this as much as I do, as I went in expecting another bit of girl power lip service that's forgotten almost as soon as my brain ingests it.