First episode is the best. You may exit after the second. You’ll regret getting all the way through the fifth.

Has Sam Fuller's fingerprints all over the typewriter except at the end. What begins as a hard-boiled noir, a parole officer falling for his sultry, volatile charge, soon slides into something gentler, stranger. A love story blooms in the cracks of a system designed to keep people apart.
The Fuller grit keeps it tense, but Sirk's romanticism seeps through like sunlight under a locked door. Just when you think it's spiraling into inevitable tragedy, it pulls back, with a flicker of hope, maybe even a smile.
Dark, tender, tense, and then sweet again.
John Huston's adaptation of Flannery O'Connor's 1952 novel, remains a singular achievement: one of the few literary films that fully inhabits O'Connor's unsettling grace. Where Ethan Hawke's recent Wildcat mangles both tone and theology, Wise Blood stays ferociously true to O'Connor's grotesque vision.
That fidelity begins with the screenplay by Benedict and Michael Fitzgerald, sons of O'Connor's close friends Robert and Sally Fitzgerald. They hired Huston, an avowed atheist, precisely because he would not sentimentalize the material. On the final…
Wildcat is a misfire. I don't recognize the Flannery O'Connor I've read in this film at all. Even Good Country People gets mangled beyond recognition. The reenactment doesn't convey the dark flavor of the short story, missing the unsettling undercurrents that make O'Connor's work so powerful. The entire production is painfully mannered, but not in a way that reveals anything about O'Connor's voice. It's grotesque in tone, acting, and style, and not in the sharp, unsettling way O'Connor herself wielded…