One thing I've learned about myself while immersed in the world of SOV is that I no longer really give a tin shit whether or not something is narratively coherent or how formally impressive it is or isn't if, at bottom, it makes emotional sense to me. Shatter Dead is better made than most at this level because Scooter McCrae is a thoughtful dude with a number of strong ideas and a visual sense that finds striking images whenever he…
Dopey American '80s action nonsense hybridized with dopey HK supernatural nonsense and crafted with comfortable adeptness by a bunch of slumming Italian genre hands. In the running for Best Scene Where a Dummy Gets Creamed by a Semi and Best Supporting Kitty. Also features Donald Pleasance hamming it up with an indecipherable accent. (Literally hamming it up by the climax.) More fun than it has any right to be, really.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Rather than a proper review, I'd like to address something I've been seeing a lot vis-a-vis this here movie. In other words, I'm about to break this shit down real small.
Great visual experience, but oh that ending! That seems to be a standard knock on Panos Cosmatos's sumptuous, thrilling sensory blast Beyond the Black Rainbow, to where even its champions feel like apologizing the last fifteen away. Nuts to that. Its ending is terrific, a sudden disorienting gearshift that…