I saw A Wrinkle in Time last night. My wife enjoyed it.
I hated it. Hated the whole thing. If I’d been alone, I’d have just walked out on it.
Things just happened in the plot, which made no logical sense. There was no feeling of consistency or reason to this universe, the writers had a whim and made it happen on the screen. There was all this New Age crap throughout — yeah, there was “quantum”, and there was “vibration”, and wouldn’t you know it, the secret ingredient that made it possible for Chris Pine to teleport (oh, excuse me, “tesser”) 91 billion light years to a conveniently habitable planet was the “vibration of love”.
Worst movie I’ve seen this year. Go ahead, fight me.