Dialogue and immersive visuals deserve our attention despite monotone elements.
Body slams every ounce of morality that tries to bloom in its space.
The entire film feels like it’s stuck in a post-coital coma.
Edgy with a rough-hewn style and the grace of a gorilla ordering a pale Pouilly-Fuissé.
A drawn-out reminder of “the grass is always greener” syndrome.
Celebrates the downtrodden people, outcasts and defiant dreamers in a musical that you didn’t know that you needed to see.
Feels as if del Toro borrowed and updated a campy 1950s sci-fi thriller.
Rattles us with an authenticity not often found in films of its era.
A captivating, unrelenting tale that takes no prisoners.
A shockingly empty expanse of unresolved questions and unrealized potential.
This big-budget mess amounts more to a minor tremor than a full-scale disasterpiece.