I keep coming back to the warm space that cinema offers with dilated pupils and an embrace that engulfs me whole.
I shall never tire of watching Charlize being an absolute badass, and this film is no exception.
Unfamiliar with the graphic novel, I very much enjoyed the moral question of immortality being addressed in such a moving way.
Also, what a great territory for Kiki Layne to further demonstrate how much of a brilliant actor she is, after Beale Street.
Throw in some classic Schoenaerts, tasteful Ejiofor and Harry Beltik from the Queen's Gambit without his nice-guy redemption turn, and you've got yourself a clever, entertaining action film.
Sometimes, this feels more Sorkin than Sorkin, but in a good way. See the impeccable exchange between the judge and Tom Hayden in the powerful closing scene—measured pacing, slight humour, and a delicate moment of pause before the rousing, soul stirring finale.
Thanks to this being released on a streaming platform, I found myself rewinding several scenes and savouring snippets of dialogue up to five times in a row ("How could you get a woman to ensorcel me like that?…
Due to very minimal distribution here in France, I watched Suspiria in a suitably dingy small screen near Strasbourg's impressive cathedral, on an almost full moon, at 22.00 (the only screening available).
I can safely say that I've not been this disturbed, enthralled, fascinated and repulsed by a film in a long time.
One critic referenced Aronoffsky's "mother!" above but contrary to that positively nihilistic film, this one contains a poetic life force that is to reckoned with.