Bronson is no Eastwood but the theme slaps and the plot is less indulgent than TGTBTU.
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Roger Deakins and Denis Villeneuve yet again prove themselves to be a peerless combination, managing to fundamentally honour, develop and improve the original.
The action is filmed with brutal restraint. The dialogue is sparse and laden with meaning that only occasionally slips into the indulgent. The cinematography is astonishing - the vibrant blues and endless shadows of Blade Runner remain prominent, but this time are supported by stunning desert vistas and harsh bright interiors. Every scene is like a work…
In technical terms, this is comfortably the best in the trilogy. The dialogue, editing, score and cinematography are often genius. Haunting desert vistas are cut with harsh, angular close ups. Dialogue is short, brutal, necessary. Tension is cultivated through unwaveringly focussed sequences, extended to lengths which would border on parody in the hands of a less able director. The masterfully evocative score is embedded in the narrative, tying together the story's massive scope with rhythmic consistency.
Geographically, narratively and thematically…