Mike Piontek’s review published on Letterboxd :
I’ve seen more than one comment comparing this to Jeunet’s work which is apt, though it feels just as much Del Toro’s own. I don’t know if there’s a name for this type of filmmaking where it’s music, it’s poetry, the camera is always moving, the light only paints what’s needed. It’s dark and playful, violent and caring. I’m certain this movie is flawed and it showed me some things I did not care to see. I’m equally certain it’s exactly the movie Del Toro set out to make, and that he molded it with his own hands into an image of his messed up heart. I don’t think a movie can be better than that.