Cinematography of Splendour.
Anger only begets more anger.
A maturation point in Martin McDonagh's career as a filmmaker. It's a more organic affair than his two previous big-screen efforts, which could never shake off the feeling of being a screenwriter's concoction first and foremost. The absurdist seriocomic situations, the sharp profane dialogue and the shocking bursts of violence are still there, as well as the underlying melancholy, which has been given more prominence, but it all coalesces into a meditation on how so-called…
Majestic, dead-serious epic about innate decency and innate treachery in intelligent species. Character interaction betrays not a hint of foolishness - they all survived devastating tragedies and still manage to go on, even if unable to be completely happy or carefree again. A summer blockbuster tinged with melancholy.
A Roland Emmerich production this ain't.