I adore Arnold Schwarzenegger’s 1987 Running Man film. It’s incredibly cheesy and far from a faithful adaptation of the book, but it’s enjoyable dumb-popcorn fun. I was hesitant about a remake, but knowing it was directed by Edgar Wright, best known for the Cornetto Trilogy and Baby Driver, made me more open to it.
However, this new film lacks nearly all of Edgar Wright’s personality. The sharp editing, high-energy pacing, creative transitions, and playful visual flair are all missing. It feels like it could have been directed by anyone. Even though it’s more faithful to the book, there are some jarring changes, especially in the final act, that really dumb the film down. The humour also falls flat, which is surprising coming from Edgar.
The Running Man (2025) ultimately ends up as a serviceable action flick, which is fine, but not what I hoped to see from Edgar after four years.

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