Eclectic mix of fighting styles, although unfortunately includes some crazy bad brown face and stereotypes for the “foreign” contestants in the tournament. Film breaks down to about 75% fight scenes, 25% plot.
Turtles fuck faster than the characters in Crash. AND THERE IS A LOT OF FUCKING. Past the point of being sexy, past the point of being edgy, even past the point of being funny, to the point where I set playback at 2x for the last half hour. Whatever dark edginess was supposed to stem from the sexual fetish with car crashes was eclipsed by the constant low whisper intensity of the dialog and the agonizingly slow soft-core sex scenes.
World premier screening at Overlook Festival!!! Jesus Christ. So much feels, so much love on this film.
This is a sit-tense-in-your-chair, hold-your-breath thriller whose slow, suspenseful build climaxes to a heart-rending, intense end where you will either scream in frustration at the film's unanswered mysteries or scream in nihilistic catharsis.
Technically beautiful. Night scenes are lit practically by lamps, giving a sense of claustrophobia and paranoia. I couldn't help but tense up and 🙈 with each nighttime scene. Q&A with…