Del Toro is an erudite creator to whom the images and icons of past ages are the manifold fragments of an occult and mystic Truth.
The intentness that Gibson applies to his filmmaking elevates it over the standard height of ordinary action films.
Mann delivers a less moving, but clearer movie than Heat about the essential affinity between cops and crooks.
The eagle! for God’s sake! the eagle! Such be the flight that my soul aspires to take on the day of my death.
Gans’ camera is to filmmaking wonders what Trinity running up walls in The Matrix is to action.
A monster of a review of a monster of a monster movie by Jean Carlo Denham Lavoie!
The mark of the greats.
Nothing new, but it’s sympathetic nonetheless and there are a lot of comic twists on the codes and themes of comic books.
How does a succession of images, characters and dialogue this banal and naive not provoke boredom?
It’s George A. Romero’s turn to pick up the torch again to once more bitchslap us across our fat little bourgeois faces.
The discovery of the mysteries of the castle will have the viewer transported once again by the master’s enchantment.
Huston, Welles and Lavoie