The Fifth Element (1997)

IMDb says 7.6. The movie.guru score says 5.7. They’re both right, which is the most Fifth Element thing possible. This movie is a mess. The plot is four rocks, a magic woman and a giant ball of evil, and it still manages to feel confusing. Chris Tucker’s Ruby Rhod screams through his scenes like a smoke alarm with a microphone, and depending on your mood that’s either the best or worst choice anyone made in 1997. Gary Oldman’s Zorg has a haircut that looks like a lost bet. But Luc Besson builds a future that’s actually fun to stare at, all stacked flying traffic and costumes that look like candy wrappers. Bruce Willis plays a cab driver like he’s the only tired person in the galaxy. The opera scene is pure movie magic. Milla Jovovich does a lot with a character the script mostly treats like a package. A 7.0 because it’s the most entertaining mess of its decade. $328 says you try the Diva’s high note in the kitchen and the dog leaves the room.

What works: Luc Besson’s candy-colored future, the flying traffic, the opera scene and Gary Oldman chewing up every set he walks into.

What doesn’t: The plot barely holds together, Ruby Rhod’s screaming wears thin fast, and Leeloo is treated more like a package than a person.

Who it’s for: People who rank vibes over plot and own at least one shirt that’s too loud to wear in public.