Thats one big pile of shit
Here is a truly depraved and solid metaphorical horror film whose narrative tedium melts away once the film opens your eyes to the orgy of madness happening below the city streets.
I kept thinking to myself how well executed in nearly every way the horror elements were when we finally got there, and was subsequently reminded that my early frustrations with the film (mostly with its pace and characters) were entirely set up, or premediated. These faceless, characterless Turkish cops…
A beach party in the vein of Enter the Void. A mansion that glows pink like the neon letters in Drive. An hour and thirty minute party montage that oozes neon liquid and blares broken sound. A transcendent audiovisual trip into the depths of the American youth.
Its Spring Break.
Compulsive trash humper and arthouse demigod Harmony Korine has somehow created one of the most visually and viscerally intense films of this generation. Uh huh. The film about Disney…
We're canceling the apocalypse!
Its official. Guillermo Del Toro has briefly restored my faith in the blockbuster.
Bold claim? Well, you will just have to see the film for yourself. I'll have to admit that when the trailers landed for Pacific Rim I was one of the guys who let out a little chuckle and rolled my eyes. But after reading some info, watching some interviews with Guillermo Del Toro, I feel like I had this breakthrough. An…