I feel like this movie would be greatly improved by watching it in a language you don’t speak, without subtitles.
Besson’s aesthetic here is great... but nothing else is.
A competent and engaging film, but not especially remarkable entry in Spielberg’s filmography. The subject matter is elevated by today’s current events, of course, but the conclusion of the film didn’t strike me as being as impactful as I imagine it was meant to. The cinematography seemed quite classical, and I quite appreciated the attention to the mechanics of typesetting and printing, as I have both a personal and professional interest in typography as well as a family history connection to the printing of newspapers.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
So... I'm puzzled. It's an astounding technical achievement for its time. While I struggled with the pacing, I'm willing to chalk that up to taste differences between my modern sensibilities, attention deficit and all, and the filmmaking standards of the late sixties. The attention given to the details of space travel is incredible.
But... what on earth was that? I really have no idea what happened. Each step of the way, I was following along and feeling like it would…