20 Movies That Weren't Worth The Wait

Edgar Wright first publicly discussed his desire to mount a new adaptation of Stephen King's dystopian novel The Running Man back in 2017, and eight years later it finally hit cinemas starring Glen Powell and rocking a $110 million budget - Wright's biggest to date.

While Wright's penchant for witty wordplay and stylistically dynamic set-pieces should've served him well here, his take on The Running Man ended up feeling strangely sterile, lacking much of his signature personality and feeling like far more of a pedestrian, gun-for-hire blockbuster project.

Even if you can forgive the egregiously overlong 135-minute runtime, where's the sense of fun and kineticism of Wright's prior works? 

This is shockingly generic dystopian fare that lacks the pep and zing of the original Arnold Schwarzenegger-starring version, and dares to waste one of last year's most potential-rich ensemble casts.

As a follow-up to Wright's Last Night in Soho, which already felt like a bit of an artistic wobble, this is far from the vibrant rebound most were hoping for and an utterly limp payoff to the near-decade he spent developing it.